A SONG.
The Words by Mr. Clossold, Set by Mr.
John Wilford.
[[Listen]]
NAY pish, nay pish, nay pish Sir, what ails you;
Lord! What is’t you do?
I ne’er met with one so uncivil as you;
You may think as you please, but if Evil it be,
I wou’d have you to know, you’re mistaken in me.
You Men now so rude, and so boistrous are grown,
A Woman can’t trust her self with you alone:
I cannot but wonder what ’tis that shou’d move ye;
If you do so again, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear,
I swear I won’t love ye.
