WHEN first I lay'd Siege to my Chloris,
When first I lay'd Siege to my Chloris:
Cannon Oaths I brought down,
To batter the Town,
And boom'd her with amorous Stories.
Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her,
Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her;
And sometimes a Song,
Went whistling along,
Yet still I was never the nigher.