 | The miscellaneous essays and occasional writings of Francis Hopkinson, Esq |  |
SONG VII. My gen'rous heart disdains
I.
My gen'rous heart disdainsThe slave of love to be,
I scorn his servile chains,
And boast my liberty.
This whining
And pining
And wasting with care,
Are not to my taste, be she ever so fair.
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II.
Shall a girl's capricious frownSink my noble spirits down?
Shall a face of white and red
Make me droop my silly head?
Shall I set me down and sigh
For an eye-brow or an eye?
For a braided lock of hair,
Curse my fortune and despair?
My gen'rous heart disdains, &c.
III.
Still uncertain is to-morrow,Not quite certain is to-day—
Shall I waste my times in sorrow?
Shall I languish life away?
All because a cruel maid,
Hath not Love with Love repaid.
My gen'rous heart disdains, &c.
| The miscellaneous essays and occasional writings of Francis Hopkinson, Esq | |