Farmer's son or, The unfortunate lovers/The captain of love

The CAPTAIN of LOVE.

Ye Nymphs and ye Swains,
⁠ Who are youthful and gay,
Attend to my call
⁠And be blest while ye may;
Lads and Lasses hither come,
To the sound of my drum,
I have treasures in store,
That you never have seen.
⁠Chorus. Then haste let us rove,
⁠To the Island of Love,
⁠Where Cupid is Captain,
⁠And Venus is Queen.

Each Nymph or sixteen,
⁠Who would fain be a wife;
Shall soon have a partner
⁠To bless her for life.
Then please hither come,
To the sound of my drum,
I have sweethearts in store,
That you never have seen: Then haste, &c.

Would a youth be but blest,
⁠With a Nymph to his mind,
Let him enter my list,
⁠And his wish he will find.
I can bless him for life,
With a kind loving wife,
More beautiful far,
Than the Nymph e'er was seen. Then, &c.

In Paphas we know
⁠No disorder nor strife;
Each Nymph and each Swain,
⁠May be happy for life,
In transport and joy,
We each moment employ,
And taste such delights,
As never yet was seen. Then haste, &c.