And with “Angelina” all the streets resound!
Air.
A damsel there dwells in a court down in Stepney,
In disgraceful apparel she ever is drest,
This fair one I lov’d and I asked her to have me,
Oh! have me sweet gender, and I shall be blest!
Ah! nay, courteous masculine, the dear one replied,
“This virgin don’t mean to be not no man’s bride.”
So I’m the victim of love, I’m the victim of love,
There’s no cure for consumption, nor the victim of love.