| Come, Goody Dobbs, with me I pray, 'Tis only down a little way; And I will give you bread and meat, As much as ever you can eat. |
| When we devote our youth to God, 'Tis pleasing in his eyes; A flower, when offered in the bud, Is no vain sacrifice. |
| Charles Polish so attentive grew, So civil and polite; That all admir'd and lov'd him too, For all he did was right. |
| Upon a mountain's grassy side, Where firs and cedars grew; Young Sylvia wandered with her flocks, And many a hardship knew. |
