To the Tune of, The bonniest Lass in a’ the Warld.
LOok where my dear Hamillia smiles,
Hamillia! heavenly charmer;
See how with all their arts and wiles
The loves and graces arm her.
A blush dwells glowing on her cheeks,
Fair Seats of youthful pleasures,
There love in smiling language speaks,
There spreads his rosy treasures.
O fairest Maid, I own thy pow’r,
I gaze, I sigh and languish,
Yet ever, ever will adore,
And triumph in my anguish.
But ease, O charmer, ease my care,
And let my torments move thee;
As thou art fairest of the fair,
So I the dearest love thee.
– New Words by Different Hands.