The promis’d Joy, p.10.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

To the Tune of, Carle and the King come

– 

WHen we meet again, Phely, 

When we meet again Phely, 

Raptures will reward our pain

And loss result in gain, Phely, 

– 

Long the sport of fortune driv’n 

To despair our thoughts were giv’n, 

Our odds will all be ev’n, Phely

When we meet again, Phely, &c

– 

Now in dreary distant groves, 

Tho’ we moan like turtle-doves, 

Suffering best our virtue proves, 

And will enhance our loves, Phely

When we meet again, Phely, &c

– 

Joy will come in a surprise, 

‘Till its happy hour arise; 

Temper will your love-sick sighs, 

For hope becomes the wise, Phely

When we meet again, Phely, 

When we meet again, Phely, 

Raptures will reward our pain

And loss result in gain, Phely. 

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