| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Some women take delight in dress |
3-4 |
7 |
| As bringing home the other day |
4 |
3 |
| Echoing horn calls the sportsman abroad, The |
5 |
4 |
| How imperfect is expression |
5-6 |
3 |
| Return enraptur'd hours |
6-7 |
3 |
| Yes ons of mars, attend |
7-8 |
3 |
| Friendship to every willing mind |
8-9 |
5 |
| I dreamt I saw a piteous sight |
9-10 |
4 |
| Contented I am, and contented I'll be |
10-11 |
9 |
| Young Colin once courted Myrtilla the prude |
11-12 |
3 |
| Last time I came o'er the moor, The |
12-13 |
4 |
| You tell me I'm handsome (I know not how true) |
14 |
3 |
| Choice of three lovers I have to be sure, The |
14-15 |
4 |
| My temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine |
15 |
4 |
| As I went to the dance that was held on the green |
16 |
6 |
| Young Johnny, the miller, was courted of late |
16-18 |
9 |
| When my fortune doth frown |
18-19 |
5 |
| 'Twas one morning something soon |
19-20 |
5 |
| Hark Delia, hear my last advice |
20-21 |
4 |
| Of Bray the Vicar, long I've been |
21-24 |
9 |
| Though youth and beauty grace the fair |
24-25 |
6 |
| Farewell ye greenfields and sweet groves |
25-26 |
3 |
| Cease ye fountains, cease to murmur |
26-27 |
6 |
| No more my song shall be, ye swains |
27-28 |
5 |
| O Cupid, forever I fear not thy quiver |
28 |
5 |
| Moon had clim'd the highest hill, The |
29 |
4 |
| Rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, The |
30 |
5 |
| Ma chere amie, my charming fair |
30-31 |
3 |
| Bright Phoebus has mounted the chariot of day |
31 |
3 |
| Ye sportsmen draw near and ye sportswomen too |
31-32 |
3 |
| Mind of a woman can never be known, The |
32 |
2 |
| Ye belles and flirts, and ye pert little things |
33-34 |
4 |
| A courting I went to my love |
34 |
6 |
| Ye fair married dames, who so often deplore |
35 |
5 |
| Women all tell me I'm false to my lass, The |
35-36 |
8 |