NANCY WILKINSON.
At Cullercoats, near to the sea,
Lives one I often think upon;
Bewitching is the lovely e'e
Of bonny Nancy Wilkinson.
By Tyne, or Blyth, or Coquet clear,
No swain did ever blink upon
A charmer equal to my dear,
My handsome Nancy Wilkinson.
Sweet cherry cheeks, a lofty brow,
Bright hair, that waves in links upon
A neck, white as the purest snow,
Has comely Nancy Wilkinson.
By Tyne, or Blyth, &c.
Her virtues, like her beauty, rare;
But terms I ne'er can think upon,
Fit to panegyrise my fair,
My constant Nancy Wilkinson.
By Tyne, or Blyth, &c.
For her rich ladies I'd refuse,
With all their shining tinsels on;
None else can wake my slumbering Muse,
But lovely Nancy Wilkinson.
By Tyne, or Blyth, &c.
Aurora, from the Eastern sky,
Her robes the glowing tints upon,
Is not so viewly to mine eye
As modest Nancy Wilkinson.
By Tyne, or Blyth, &c.
Let sordid misers count their wealth,
And guineas guineas clink upon;
All I request of Heav'n is health,
And dear, dear Nancy Wilkinson.
By Tyne, or Blyth, &c.