A. Ryle & Co., Printers, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court, Bloomsbury.
She’s gentle as the zephyr,
That sips of every sweet,
She fairer than the fairest lily,
In nature’s soft retreat;
Her eyes are like the crystal brok,
As bright and clear to see?
Her lips outshine the Scarlet Flow’r
Of bonny Ellerslie.
London:—Printed at the “Catnach Press” by W. Fortey, (late A. Ryle)
2 & 3, Monmouth Court. Bloomsbury. (Established 1813.) The Oldest
and Cheapest House in the World for Ballads, (4,000 sorts) Song Books, &c.
From the white blossomed sloe,
My dear Chlœ requested,
A sprig her fair breast to adorn;
No by heavens I exclaimed, may I perish
If ever I plant in that bosom a thorn.
When I shewed her the ring and implored her to marry
She blushed like the dawning of morn,
Yes I’ll consent she replyed if you’ll promise,
That no jealous rival shall laugh me to scorn,
No by heavens I exclaim’d may I perish,
If ever I plant in that bosom a thorn.