I

Love, Drink, and Debt.

I.

Have been in love, and in debt, and in drink,

Thefe many and many a year;

And thefe are plagues enough I thou'd think
For any poor mortal to bear.

'Twas love made me fall into drink,
And drink made me fall into debt;
And tho' I have struggled and ftrove,
I cannot get out of them yet.

II.

There's nothing but money can cure me,
And rid me of all my pain:

'Twill pay all my debts,

And remove all lets;

my

And my mistress, that cannot endure me,
Will love me, and love me again :

Then, then I shall fall to my loving and drinking again.

The Farmer's Son..

I.

Weet Nelly, my heart's delight,
Be loving, and do not flight

The proffer I make, for modefty's fake,,
I honour your beauty bright;
For love I profefs, I can do no lefs,
Thou haft my favour won :
And fince I fee your modefty,
I pray agree and fancy me,
Tho' I'm but a farmer's fon.

No; I am a lady gay,

H..

"Tis very well known I may

Have men of renown in country and town,

Sir Roger without delay.

Court Bridget, or Sue, Kate, Nanny, or Prue,
Their loves will foon be won;

But

But don't ye dare to speak me fair,
As tho' I were at my last prayer,
To marry a farmer's fon.

III.

My father has riches in store,
Two hundred a year and more,

Befides fheep and cows, carts, harrows, and plows,
His age is above threescore:
And when he gives way, then merrily I
Shall have what he has won ;

Both land and kine, and all fhall be thine,
If thou'lt incline, and wilt be mine,
And marry a farmer's fon..

IV.

A fig for your cattle and corn,
Your proffer'd love I fcorn;
"Tis known very well, my name is Nell,
And you're but a bumpkin born.
Well, fince it is fo, away I will go,
And I hope no harm is done :
Farewell, adieu, I hope to woo
As good as you, and win her too,
Tho' I'm but a farmer's fon.

V.

Be not in fuch haste, quoth the,
Perhaps we may ftill agree:
For, man, I proteft, I was but in jeft,
Come prithee fit down by me;
For thou art the man that verily can
Perform what must be done,
Both ftraight and tall, genteel withal;
Therefore I fhall be at your call
To marry a farmer's fon.

VI.

Dear Nelly, believe me now,

I folemnly fwear and vow,

No lords in their lives take pleasure in their wives

Like fellows that drive the plow.

For

For whatever they gain with labour and pain,
They don't to harlots run,
As courtiers do; I never knew
A London beau that cou'd outdo
A country-farmer's fon.

WH

The Angel Woman.

F.

7 Hen thy beauty appears
With its graces and airs,

All bright as an angel·
New dropt from the sky;
At a distance I gaze,

And am aw'd by my fears!

So ftrangely you dazzle mine eye!

But when without art

Your thoughts you impart,

When your

II.

love runs in blushes

Through every vein,

When it darts from your eyes,

When it pants from your heart, Then I know you are a woman again.