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I’d be a butterfly sportive and airy.
Rock’d in a rose, when the nightingale sings.
I’d be a butterfly, &c.
Rock’d in a rose, when the nightingale sings.
I’d be a butterfly, &c.
What tho’ you tell me each gay little rover,
Shrinks from the breath of the first autumn day;
Surely ’tis better when summer is over,
To die, when all fair things are fading away.
Some in life’s winter may toil to discover,
Means of procuring a weary delay;
I’d be a butterfly, living a rover,
Dying when fair things are fading away.
I'd be a butterfly, &c.
Shrinks from the breath of the first autumn day;
Surely ’tis better when summer is over,
To die, when all fair things are fading away.
Some in life’s winter may toil to discover,
Means of procuring a weary delay;
I’d be a butterfly, living a rover,
Dying when fair things are fading away.
I'd be a butterfly, &c.
OH SAY NOT WOMAN’S LOVE IS BOUGHT.
Oh! say not woman’s love is bought
With vain and empty treasure;
Oh! say not woman’s heart is caught
By every idle pleasure.
With vain and empty treasure;
Oh! say not woman’s heart is caught
By every idle pleasure.
When first her gentle bosom knows
Love’s flame, it wanders never;
Deep in her heart the passion glows—
She loves, and loves for ever.
Love’s flame, it wanders never;
Deep in her heart the passion glows—
She loves, and loves for ever.
Oh! say not woman’s false as fair;
That like the bee she ranges,
Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare,
As fickle fancy changes.
That like the bee she ranges,
Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare,
As fickle fancy changes.
