[He's not worth the trouble, in] The village songster containing a selection of the most approved patriotic and comic songs |
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HE'S NOT WORTH THE TROUBLE.
A FAVORITE BALLAD.
TELL me ye maidens, have you seen,
A shepherd pass this way?
Of handsome shape, and graceful mien,
Of manners frank and gay.
And then he sings so sweet a strain,
But ah! his tongue is double;
All day I've wander'd round the plain,
In search of an ungrateful swain,
That's scarcely worth the trouble.
A shepherd pass this way?
Of handsome shape, and graceful mien,
Of manners frank and gay.
And then he sings so sweet a strain,
But ah! his tongue is double;
All day I've wander'd round the plain,
In search of an ungrateful swain,
That's scarcely worth the trouble.
Six months and more he sigh'd and pray'd,
But little heeded I;
Nor ever one fond look betray'd,
Nor gave one kind reply.
But ah! he tri'd each wily art,
With oaths that were a bubble;
So well, at length, he play'd his part,
That in return I gave my heart;
Yes! gave it for his trouble.
But little heeded I;
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Nor gave one kind reply.
But ah! he tri'd each wily art,
With oaths that were a bubble;
So well, at length, he play'd his part,
That in return I gave my heart;
Yes! gave it for his trouble.
But like a wanton boy at play,
Soon of the bauble tir'd;
He threw the silly toy away,
He once so much desir'd.
From fair to fair, he roves the plains,
While my fond cares are double;
But who the fickle youth detains,
Will find, that after all her pains,
He's scarcely worth the trouble.
Soon of the bauble tir'd;
He threw the silly toy away,
He once so much desir'd.
From fair to fair, he roves the plains,
While my fond cares are double;
But who the fickle youth detains,
Will find, that after all her pains,
He's scarcely worth the trouble.
Ye maidens then, beware of men,
They're all alike, believe me;
They all proceed on Damon's plan,
And flatter to deceive ye.
Then let not love your senses blind,
And be not made their bubble;
For should you meet one to your mind,
And marry! ten to one you'll find,
He is not worth the trouble.
They're all alike, believe me;
They all proceed on Damon's plan,
And flatter to deceive ye.
Then let not love your senses blind,
And be not made their bubble;
For should you meet one to your mind,
And marry! ten to one you'll find,
He is not worth the trouble.
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