One Night plump Sue and Coachman Ned
A Bargain struck in haste to wed;
A Crown was stak'd, the Pair consented
To lose their Pledge, who first repented.
Time, for the Matrimonial Farce,
To-morrow, comes — — Ned hangs an A — se.
Of bad the best poor Suky makes,
And angry claims his forfeit Stakes.
Ned frankly paid it as agreed,
Of a worse Bargain to be freed;
Quoth he — Thou'rt welcome on my Life ,
A cheap Divorcement from a Wife!
— The crafty Quean, who feign'd a while,
Soon answer'd with a jeering Smile,

We stood beneath the hazel shade
Her arms lapp'd in her apron white
And lovely look'd the peerless maid
Amid the lingering light
I would have clasped she hied away
I talked of Woman and of love
She heard all that I had to say
Her silence perhaps my love approve.

We stood the last night all away
How full of Stars the sky
No further would the maiden stray
Nor with loves suit comply
The night came on & hid all round
The moonlight scarcely shone
I round her neck my fond arm wound
For we were both alone

I crime and emnity they lie
Who sin and tell us love can die
Who say to us in slanders breath
That love belongs to sin and death
From Heaven it came on Angels wing
To bloom on earth eternal spring
In falsehoods enmity they lie
Who sin and tell us love can die.

Twas born upon an angels breast
The softest dreams the sweetest rest
The brightest sun the bluest sky
Are loves own home and canopy
The thought that cheers this heart of mine
Is that of Love — Love so divine
They sin who say in slanders breath

Fly to the Forest my lovely maid
The prickly Holly shall be our cottage shade
We'll both be glad this Christmas day
While I hold in my arms sweet Susan Grey

The Cottage is cold the Palace is rude
Green christmas is warm in sweet solitude
We've no pride to conquor or subdue
Nature is fair when my Susans true

Then fly to the forest sweet Susan & dwell
Neath the boughs of Holly in secluded dell
For under the tree My susan allows
To kiss her brown cheek neath Missletoe boughs

Fly to the forest love fly with me

Advise your Friend, grave Man of Art!
I find a strange unusual Smart:
'Tis here — fierce Symptoms at my Heart.
Discover .

'Tis Pleasure, Pain, a mixt Degree —
My Pulse examine, here's your Fee.
What think you can my Sickness be?
A Lover .

A Lover! 'tis my Case, too sure!
O ease me strait, I'll not endure;
Prescribe, I'll follow close the Cure.

Come hearken good friends to this story so true
Of a lord of high degree;
Concerning the love of this bonny young prince,
The King of his own countree.

His true love so fair from a far distant shore,
No lands and no gold had she;
But he swore by the seal of the ring on his hand
That faithful he'd ever be.

His brothers were wrath, and his mother she wept,
Saying, " Son, take warning from me!
The one that you love is of humble birth
And a Queen she could never be. "

But the King said " No, " to the Queen Mother's plea

The maid I love is fair as driven snow
Her raven curls around her white neck flow
Like light from the darkness comes above
Is the beautiful girl that I love —

The maid I love is like the wild hedge rose
That by woodside in the hedge row blows
Her lily hand is hidden in a glove
Soft are the features of the maid I love.

An heart hidden thought it seems to me
A womans worth is there in a maids simplicity
Hope glances on her eyelids from above
Oh sweet is the presence of the maid I love —

As roses in the green bud lie concealed

How much of time the lover throws away
How many useless journeys will he stray
To win the object of his hearts desires
When the moon rises and the sun retires
When purple pea blooms glisten in nights dew
The lovers walk with maidens that are true
The silvery moon the while on white thorns shine
As fond and faithfully I went with mine.

In moonlit shadows we with one consent
Down the footpath by the greenwoodside went
The nightingale poured all its music out
And the Owl hooted as he swooped about
The gate swung gently as she stept across

Happy Ellen near thy dwelling
True love wanders night and day
Nothing fearing ever hearing
What my charmer has to say.

Can I please thee do I tease thee
Happy Ellen prythee say
Near thy dwelling Haughty Ellen
Fancy wanders every day.

At the windows like a cinder
Burning with too hot desire
I am speaking true love seeking
To quench the flame and damp the fire.

Lovely Ellen near thy dwelling
I love sick wander night and day
On thy bosom grief dispeling
Every sorrow fades away.

How Sweet are Spring wild flowers that grow past the counting
How sweet are the wood paths that thread through the grove
But sweeter than all the wild flowers o' the mountain
Is the beauty that walks here The maiden I love
Her black hair in tangles
The Rose Briar mangles
Her lips and soft cheeks
Where Love ever speaks
Oh theres nothing so sweet as the maiden I love

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It was down in these wild flowers Among brakes & brambles
I met the sweet maiden so dear to my eye