A Song, in the Lucky Younger Brother, or, the Beau Defeated; Set by Mr. John Eccles, and Sung by Mr. Bowman.
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DELIA tir’d Strephon with her Flame,
While languishing, while languishing she view’d him;
The well dress’d Youth despis’d the Dame,
But still, still; but still the old Fool pursu’d him:
Some pity on a Wretch bestow,
That lyes at your Devotion;
Perhaps near fifty Years ago,
Perhaps near fifty Years ago,
I might have lik’d the Motion.
If you, proud Youth, my Flame despise,
I’ll hang me in my Garters;
Why then make hast to win the Prize,
Among loves foolish Martyrs:
Can you see Delia brought so low,
And make her no Requitals?
Delia may to the Devil go, Delia may to the Devil,
Devil go, to the Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil go for Strephon;
Stop my Vitals, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop my Vitals.