A Song, p.39.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

To the Tune of, I loo’d a bonny Lady

– 

TELL me, tell me charming creature, 

Will you never ease my pain? 

Must I die for every feature? 

Must I always love in vain? 

The desire of admiration 

Is the pleasure you pursue: 

Pray thee try a lasting passion, 

Such a love as mine for you. 

– 

Tears and sighing could not move you; 

For a lover ought to dare: 

When I plainly told I lov’d you, 

Then you said I went too far. 

Are such giddy ways beseeming? 

Will my dear be fickle still? 

Conquest is the joy of women, 

Let their slaves be what they will. 

– 

Your neglect with torment fills me, 

And my desp’rate thoughts increase; 

Pray consider, if you kill me, 

You will have a lover less. 

If your wand’ring heart is beating 

For new lovers, let it be: 

But when you have done coquetting, 

Name a day, and fix on me. 

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