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THE CONSIDERATE NYMPH.
YOUNG Colin ſeeks my heart to move,
And ſpeaks and talks ſo much of love,
He'll hang or drown I fear it.
Of pangs and wounds, and pointed darts,
Of Cupid's bow, and bleeding hearts.
I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
He ſays I'm pretty, mighty well,
And witty too—that's better ſtill,
And ſenſible, I ſwear it:
But words we know are nought but wind,
Unleſs he'll freely tell his mind,
I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
The ſhepherd dances blythe and gay,
And ſweetly on his pipe can play:
I own I like to hear it:
But downcaſt looks, and hums and ha's,
So ſadly pleads the lover's cauſe,
I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
I wish ſome friendly nymph or ſwain,
Would bid the baſhful boy ſpeak plain,
I'd wed him, I declare it:
Then pluck up courage like my ſex.
The honeſt youth no more I'll vex,
I vow and do declare it. I vow, &c.
And ſpeaks and talks ſo much of love,
He'll hang or drown I fear it.
Of pangs and wounds, and pointed darts,
Of Cupid's bow, and bleeding hearts.
I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
He ſays I'm pretty, mighty well,
And witty too—that's better ſtill,
And ſenſible, I ſwear it:
But words we know are nought but wind,
Unleſs he'll freely tell his mind,
I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
The ſhepherd dances blythe and gay,
And ſweetly on his pipe can play:
I own I like to hear it:
But downcaſt looks, and hums and ha's,
So ſadly pleads the lover's cauſe,
I vow I cannot bear it. I vow, &c.
I wish ſome friendly nymph or ſwain,
Would bid the baſhful boy ſpeak plain,
I'd wed him, I declare it:
Then pluck up courage like my ſex.
The honeſt youth no more I'll vex,
I vow and do declare it. I vow, &c.
FINIS.
[Printed by J. Chalmers & Co. Caſtleſtreet Aberdeen.]
