PRETTY Parret say, when I was away,
And in dull absence pass’d the Day;
What at home was doing;
With Chat and Play,
We are Gay,
Night and Day,
Good Chear and Mirth Renewing;
Singing, Laughing all, Singing Laughing all, like pretty pretty Poll.
Was no Fop so rude, boldly to Intrude,
And like a sawcy Lover wou’d,
Court, and Teaze my Lady:
A Thing you know,
Made for Show,
Call’d a Beau,
Near her was always ready,
Ever at her call, like pretty, pretty Poll.
Tell me with what Air, he approach’d the Fair,
And how she could with Patience bear,
All he did and utter’d;
He still address’d,
Still caress’d,
Kiss’d and press’d,
Sung, Prattl’d, Laugh’d, and Flutter’d:
Well receiv’d in all, like pretty, pretty Poll.
Did he go away, at the close of the Day,
Or did he ever use to stay
In a Corner dodging;
The want of Light,
When ’twas Night,
Spoil’d my sight,
But I believe his Lodging,
Was within her call, like pretty, pretty Poll.
A Song by a Person of Honour. Set by
Mr. John Weldon.
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AT Noon in a sultry Summer’s Day,
The brightest Lady of the May,
Young Chloris Innocent and Gay,
Sat Knotting in a shade:
Each slender Finger play’d its part,
With such activity and Art;
As wou’d inflame a Youthful Heart,
And warm the most decay’d.
Her Fav’rite Swain by chance came by;
She had him quickly in her Eye,
Yet when the bashful Boy drew nigh,
She wou’d have seem’d afraid,
She let her Iv’ry Needle fall,
And hurl’d away the twisted Ball;
Then gave her Strephon such a call,
As wou’d have wak’d the Dead.
Dear gentle Youth is’t none but thee?
With Innocence I dare be free;
By so much Trust and Modesty,
No Nymph was e’er betray’d,
Come lean thy Head upon my Lap,
While thy soft Cheeks I stroak and clap;
Thou may’st securely take a Nap,
Which he poor Fool, obey’d.
She saw him Yawn, and heard him Snore,
And found him fast a sleep all o’re;
She sigh’d —— and cou’d no more,
But starting up she said,
Such Vertue shou’d rewarded be,
For this thy dull Fidelity;
I’ll trust thee with my Flocks, not me,
Pursue thy Grazing Trade.
Go milk thy Goats, and Sheer thy Sheep,
And watch all Night thy Flocks, to keep;
Thou shalt no more be lull’d asleep,
By me mistaken Maid.