 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
CUPID'S FIRST DIP.
Cupid one day amid wild flowers playing,
Wild flowers—the fittest for him—
In the bright stream, by whose bank he was straying,
Longing to bathe—but the boy could not swim.
He ventured his foot in a shallow hard by,
When the Nymph of the stream, with a sharp mocking cry,
Said, “Cupid don't dabble—be cautious, or bold,
Jump in, or keep out,
If you dabble, no doubt
You'll go home with a cough,
And the ladies will scoff—
For the very worst thing is for Love to take cold.”
Wild flowers—the fittest for him—
In the bright stream, by whose bank he was straying,
Longing to bathe—but the boy could not swim.
He ventured his foot in a shallow hard by,
When the Nymph of the stream, with a sharp mocking cry,
Said, “Cupid don't dabble—be cautious, or bold,
Jump in, or keep out,
If you dabble, no doubt
You'll go home with a cough,
And the ladies will scoff—
For the very worst thing is for Love to take cold.”
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Cupid, thus taunted, jump'd in, nothing daunted,
“Well done,” said the Nymph to the boy;
“Once o'er head and ears, boy, away with your fears—
The wilder the plunge, oh, the brighter the joy!
To give you this lesson, sweet Cupid, is luck,
With your dear little wings too—I'm sure you're a duck—
But, wild duck, don't dabble,”—
The Nymph said to him,—
“Once o'er head and ears,
Away with your fears,
For Love never sinks when determined to swim!”
“Well done,” said the Nymph to the boy;
“Once o'er head and ears, boy, away with your fears—
The wilder the plunge, oh, the brighter the joy!
To give you this lesson, sweet Cupid, is luck,
With your dear little wings too—I'm sure you're a duck—
But, wild duck, don't dabble,”—
The Nymph said to him,—
“Once o'er head and ears,
Away with your fears,
For Love never sinks when determined to swim!”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |