What med'cine can soften the bosom's keen…

What med'cine can soften the bosom's keen smart? What Lethe can banish the pain? What cure can be met with to sooth the fond heart, That's broke by a faithless young swain?

In hopes to forget him, how vainly I try The sports of the wake and the green! When Colin is dancing, I say with a sigh, 'Twas here first my Damon was seen.

When to the pale moon the soft nightingales moan, In accents so piercing and clear; You sing not so sweetly, I cry, with a groan, As when my dear Damon was here.

A garland of willow my temples shall shade, And pluck it ye nymphs, from yon grove; For there, to her cost, was poor Laura betray'd, And Damon pretended to love.