THE SKY LARK, &c, Song

Mon chere amie, let not despair Your bosom load with anxious care; Whose heart so open, mind so free, I'll think of him who thinks on me. Mon chere amie, &c. &c.

Charge not a tender virgin's flame With rudness to confess the same; Oh pardon all the faults you see, Still think on her who thinks on thee. Mon chere amie, &c.

Then let us to the church incline On Hymen wait, our hands to join; Forever after happy be, I blest with you, and you with me. Mon chere amie, &c.