Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman (1790)
“ In my heart it was love in the youth ’twas the same, From each other our passion we fought not to hide. But who should love most, was our conceit and pride.But prudence soon whisper’d us love not too well, For envy has eyes and a tongue that will tell, And a flame without fortune's rich gift on it’s side, The grave one’s will learn, and a mother must chide. ”
Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman (1790)
“ The goddess of flowers, and queen of the bewers, She’s delicate fair and young, She’s straight and small, nay plump Withal, Her fingers small, yet after ail. She has an unruly tongue. She’s learning and wit at will, Few women has greater skill. ”
Frolicsome lady, or, The happy footman (1790)
“ There’s fifty young men have told me fine tales. And call’d me the fairest she, There’s fifty young men, &c. But of all the gay wrestlers that sport on the green, Young Harry’s the lad for me, Young Harry’s the lad, young Harry’s the lad, Young Harry’s the lad for me. ”
