To the Tune of, The broom of Cowdenknows.
SUbjected to the pow’r of love,
By Nell’s resistless charms,
The fancy fixt no more can rove,
Or fly love’s soft alarms.
Gay Damon had the skill to shun
All traps by Cupid laid,
Untill his freedom was undone
By Nell the conquering maid.
But who can stand the force of love
When she resolves to kill?
Her sparkling eyes love’s arrows prove,
And wound us with our will.
O happy Damon, happy fair,
What Cupid has begun,
May faithful Hymen take a care
To see it fairly done.
– New Words by Different Hands.