Batchelors, be warn’d by the the ſhepherd’s diſtreſs,
Be taught by your freedom to meaſure your bliſs;
Nor fall to the witchcraft of beauty a prey,
And blaſt all your hopes on a wedding day.
Horns is the gift of a wedding-day!
Want and a ſcold crowns a wedding day!
Happy’s the gallantras a wife while he may,
Or obtains a good one on his wedding-day.
THE BONNY LAD.
I’ll ſing of my lover all night and all day,
He’s ever good-natur’d, and frolic, and gay;
His voice is as ſweet as the nightingale’s lay,
And well on his bagpipe my ſhepherd can play.
And a bonny young lad is my Jocky,
And a bonny young lad is my Jocky.
He ſays that he loves me, I’m witty and fair,
And praiſes my eyes, my lips, and my hair;
Roſe, violet, nor lily, with me can compare:
If this be to flatter, ’tis pretty, I ſwear.
And a bonny. &c.
He kneel’d at my feet, and with many a ſigh,
He cry’d, O my dear, will you never comply?
If you mean to deſtroy me, why do it, I’ll die,
I trembled all over and anſwer’d, Not I.
And a bonny, &c.
