AIR XIII.
[_]
Tune, “Ye Commons and Peers.”
II
As mortals are frail,
Let indulgence prevail,
And all mutual infirmities blot;
Let the Husband but own
His Wife errs not alone,
And I'll vouch for the true-lover's knot.
III
My Dolly so bright,
Should your Hob, over night,
Be surprized by his pipe, or his pot;
Let him sleep his dose out,
Nor, by scolding or pout,
Strive to loosen the true-lover's knot.
IV
When your Wives they grow grey,
And their graces decay,
Of all mortal beauty the lot;
Remember their youth,
And, by friendship, and truth,
Make eternal the true-lover's knot.
