I walk'd with her into the garden, There fully intending to woo her; But may I be ne'er worth a farthing, If of love I faid any thing to her. I clafp'd her hand close to my breast, While my Yet nothing I faid, I protest, But Madam, 'tis very fine weather. To an arbour I did her attend, She afk'd me to come and fit by her; I crept to the furthermost end, For I was afraid to come nigh her. I afk'd her which way was the wind, For I thought in some talk we must enter: Why, fir, (fhe answer'd and grinn'd) Have you juft fent your wits for a venture? There I vow'd I my paffion would try ; SONG XXXIX. THE DESPAIRING LOVER. BY WILLIAM WALSH ESQ DISTRACTED with care, For the fair; Since nothing could move her, No longer to languish, Nor bear fo much anguish; Where, a leap from above When in rage he came there, The fides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, That a lover forfaken A new love may get; But a neck, when once broken, Can never be set: And And if she will not have me, That am fo true a lover, I'll drink my wine, and ne'er repine, And down the ftairs I'll fhove her. But if that fhe will love, fir, I'll give her rings, and pretty things, He petticoat of satin, Her gown of crimson tabby, Lac'd up before, and spangled o'er, Juft like a Barthol'mew baby. Her waistcoat shall be scarlet, Her flockings of a cloudy blue, Her fmock of fineft Holland, And lac'd in every quarter, Side and wide, and long enough To hang below her garter. Then to the church I'll have her, The fidlers fhall attend us, me, And first play John come kifs Then ftrike up, Hit or miss me. Then |