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(6) By a murmuring brook, ne’er a green mossy bed,

A chaplet composing the fair one was laid,

Surpriz’d and transported, I could not forbear,

With rapture to gaze on her delicate air,

On her delicate air, &c.

That moment young Cupid had fastened his dart,

And pierc’d without pity my innocent heart,

From thence how to gain the maid was my care,

For really she’d got a most delicate air,

Most delicate air, &c.

When she saw me she blush’d, & said I was rude,

And begg’d of all things that I would not intrude,

I told her I could not tell how I came there,

But laid all the blame on her delicate air,

On her delicate air, &c.

I said her heart was the prize I fought to obtain,

And begg’d she would give it to ease my sad pain,

She neither rejected nor granted my prayer,

But fir’d all my heart with her delicate air,

With her delicate air, &c.

A thousand times since I’ve repeated my suit,

And still the tormentor effects to be mute,

Come tell me ye swains who have conquer’d the fair,

How to win the dear lass with the delicate air,

With the delicate air,

How to win the dear lass with the delicate air.



The of.

Here was a bold Boatswain in Dover did dwell,

And he had a wife, whom a taylor lov’d well,

For he was no sooner gone out of the way,

But a frolick the wife with the taylor would play.

It happen’d one night as she walk’d thro’ the street,

Her true love the taylor she chanced to meet,

My husband’s gone on board with the rest of his crew,

So my dear I will have a frolick with you.