The Singers' companion, a choice selection of fashionable songs/The fairest flower

THE FAIREST FLOWER.

Music be Lee.

I have plucked the sweetest flower,
I have dreamed in Fancy's tower
I have basked in Beauty's eyes,
I have mingled melting sighs;
If all these sweets to hive,
I'm the guiltiest man alive.
But, gentle maids, believe,
I never can deceive,
Nor eause your breast to heave
With a sad heigh ho!

But to raise in Beauty's frame,
The burning blush of shame,
Or bid the tear to start,
Far be it from my heart;
Such base attempts I scorn,
for To honour I was born.
Then, gentle maidens, spare
The heart you thus ensnare,
Or the willow I must wear!
With a sad heigh ho!