THE SKY LARK, &c, Song

To hear a sweet Goldfinch's sonnet, This morning I put on my bonnet, But scarce in the meadow, pies on it, When the Captain appears in my view. I felt an odd sort of sensation, My heart beat an odd palpitation, I blush'd like a pink of carnation, When, says he, "My dear, how do you do?"

The devil sure, says I, here has pop'd him, I try'd to slip by, but I stopt him, So my very best curt'sy I dropt him, With an air then he bobs off his hat. He seem'd with my person enchanted, He squeez'd my hand; how my heart panted! He ask'd for a kiss, and I granted: And pray now what harm was in that?

Says I, Sir, for what do you take me? He said a fine lady he'd make me, No, dem, him, he'd never forsake me, And then on his knee he flap'd down. His handkerchief smelt lo sweetly, His white teeth he shew'd so completely, He manag'd the matter so neatly. I ne'er can be kiss'd by a clown.