Lord Roslin's daughter (1)/The Maid's Complaint

THE MAID'S COMPLAINT FOR JOCKEY.

LOVE did first my thoughts employ,
Returning day still made me blest,
Each happy hour come wing’d with joy,
Each night was crown’d with balmy rest.
But now, alas! no longer gay.
I rise to hail the cheerful light;
I sit and sigh the live lang day,
And pass in tears the sleepless night.

Come, lovely Jockey, hither haste,
Sure thou hast long perceiv’d my mind,
I fear my words I vainly waste,
Eor thou art cruel and unkind;
Or if some maid a happier fate,
More favour’d lives, more lov’d than I,
Oh! free me from this anxious state,
Pronounce my fate and let me die.