A Song

A SONG

I

Fair was my mistress, and fine as a bride
That is deck'd in her wedding attire;
Her eyes do protest I shall not be denied,
And yet I dare hardly come nigh her.
I seem'd to be sad, and she smil'd,
Which I thought did a kindness betray;
Then forward I go,
But was dash'd with a no,
Yet came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha;
Hey, ha ha ha ha ha.

II

Strange was she then as a politic nun,
And I found my first courting was lost;
Her frowns put me farther then when I begun:
O see how poor mortals are cross'd!
I then made another assault,
When her kindness began to display;
And I brought her to this,
That she gave me a kiss,
And came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha;
Hey, ha ha ha ha ha.

III

High was my courage, but more my desire,
Which fed my addresses with force,
That you could not distinguish whose eyes had most fire,
Or who had the prettiest discourse.
Agreed we laid down and tumbled
Till both were aweary of play:
Tho' I spent a full share,
Yet by Cupid I swear,
I came off with a ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha;
Hey, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
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