The Fair Stranger.[1]

A SONG. 1 Happy and free, securely blest, No beauty could disturb my rest; My amorous heart was in despair, To find a new victorious fair. 2 Till you descending on our plains, With foreign force renew my chains: Where now you rule without control The mighty sovereign of my soul. 3 Your smiles have more of conquering charms, Than all your native country arms; Their troops we can expel with ease, Who vanquish only when we please. 4 But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell, Who can see them, and not rebel? You make us captives by your stay, Yet kill us if you go away.