Maid milking her cow/Louisa the Fair

LOUISA the FAIR.

HOW oft, Louisa had thou said,
nor wilt thou the fond boast disown,
Thou would'ti not lose Anthonio’s love,
⁠to reign the partner of a throne.

And by those lips who spoke so kind,
⁠and by this hand I press to mine.
To be the Lord of wealth and power,
⁠I swear I would not part with thine.

Then how my soul can we be poor,
⁠who own what kingdoms could not buy,
Of this true heart thou shalt be Queen,
⁠and serving thee, a Monarch I.

Thus uncontroul’d in mutual biiss,
⁠and rich in love’s exhaustless mine,
Do thou snatch treasure from my lips,
⁠and I’ll take kingdoms back from thine.

Glasgow, Printed by J. & M. Robertson⁠
⁠Saltmarket, 1800.