Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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A SONG To the Tune of Morning O Geberland. |
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A SONG To the Tune of Morning O Geberland.
PROLOGUE.
A furlong or so from bonny DumblainLiv'd a fair Nymph and an am'rous Swain;
Colin was the Name of the Swain,
Corisca the Maid created his Pain.
He lov'd her beyond all the Comforts of Life,
Pray'd daily to Heav'n she might be his Wife.
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Her Hair is like the heckl'd Lint,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
But her Heart is hard as Flint,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
Her Face is like the rising Moon,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
Clearer than a silver Spoon,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Red like Claret is her Cheeks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
And they Dimple when she speaks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Her Lips doth wear a scarlet Dy,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Like Cherries in the Month of May,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Her Teeth is like the Iv'ry Bone,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
But her Heart like pumice Stone,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Her Breasts are whiter than the Snow,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Softer than Hauss-locks of the Ew,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Whiter is her Legs and Thighs,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Than the Curds which makes the Cheese,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Long and slender is her Waste,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
It would tempt the Parish Priest,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Tho' he were an Anchorite,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
To enjoy a Nymph so sweet.
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
When she sits on Hills or Rocks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Soon do I forsake my Flocks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
She doth kill me with her Eyes,
Still rolling, still rolling.
But she cares not for my Crys,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
Takes no notice of my Sighs,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Long I've courted this fair Maid,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
But she slighted all I said
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
I am weary'd of my Life,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
Since she will not be my Wife,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
I'll forsake my Friends and Flocks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
And fly over steepy Rocks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Life without her's full of Trouble,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Nothing but a silly Bubble,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
In Loves Rage he left his Sheep,
Poor Colin, poor Colin,
And did take the fatal Leap,
Poor Colin poor Colin.
When Corisca heard the News,
She forsakes her Lambs and Ews,
For Colin, for Colin.
When she saw the Swain was dead,
Poor Colin, poor Colin,
She fell Sick and took her Bed
For Colin, for Colin.
Distracted with the Grief she cry'd
For Colin, for Colin,
And gave up the Ghost and dy'd,
For Colin, for Colin.
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
But her Heart is hard as Flint,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
Her Face is like the rising Moon,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
Clearer than a silver Spoon,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Red like Claret is her Cheeks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
And they Dimple when she speaks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Her Lips doth wear a scarlet Dy,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Like Cherries in the Month of May,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Her Teeth is like the Iv'ry Bone,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
But her Heart like pumice Stone,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Her Breasts are whiter than the Snow,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Softer than Hauss-locks of the Ew,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Whiter is her Legs and Thighs,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Than the Curds which makes the Cheese,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
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Quo Colin, quo Colin.
It would tempt the Parish Priest,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Tho' he were an Anchorite,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
To enjoy a Nymph so sweet.
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
When she sits on Hills or Rocks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Soon do I forsake my Flocks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
She doth kill me with her Eyes,
Still rolling, still rolling.
But she cares not for my Crys,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
Takes no notice of my Sighs,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Long I've courted this fair Maid,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
But she slighted all I said
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
I am weary'd of my Life,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
Since she will not be my Wife,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
I'll forsake my Friends and Flocks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin,
And fly over steepy Rocks,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
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Quo Colin, quo Colin.
Nothing but a silly Bubble,
Quo Colin, quo Colin.
In Loves Rage he left his Sheep,
Poor Colin, poor Colin,
And did take the fatal Leap,
Poor Colin poor Colin.
When Corisca heard the News,
She forsakes her Lambs and Ews,
For Colin, for Colin.
When she saw the Swain was dead,
Poor Colin, poor Colin,
She fell Sick and took her Bed
For Colin, for Colin.
Distracted with the Grief she cry'd
For Colin, for Colin,
And gave up the Ghost and dy'd,
For Colin, for Colin.
Corisca heard her Colin's artful Tale,
Minded her Vow, but Nature did prevail.
Colin, says she, the Story can't be true,
For I ne'er heard one of that Name save you.
If Fact, Corisca's been a cruel Creature,
And wanted all the softness of my Nature.
Colin replies, Part's true of what I've said;
I am the Swain and you the cruel Maid.
Long have I courted you my charming Fair,
But you are Deaf to Colin's ev'ry Pray'r.
I hear you've sworn by the Pow'rs above,
Never to entertain your Colin's Love.
And did the dottard Fools extort the Vow;
Cruel Corisca, shall I think it true.
To such an unjust View have no Respect;
Or break your Vow, or I will break my Neck.
I'm not, she says, unflexible to Love,
Could I, dear Colin, this curs'd Vow remove.
To break my Vow, dare I be so unjust,
'Twould send my aged Parents to the Dust.
What then, says Colin, will it be a Crime
To give them Heav'n a Year before their Time:
O 'tis an Action that will make you thrive,
To keep the loving Colin still alive.
Thus Colin spoke, and did her Heart betray,
She broke her Vow, and marry'd him next Day.
Minded her Vow, but Nature did prevail.
Colin, says she, the Story can't be true,
For I ne'er heard one of that Name save you.
If Fact, Corisca's been a cruel Creature,
And wanted all the softness of my Nature.
Colin replies, Part's true of what I've said;
I am the Swain and you the cruel Maid.
Long have I courted you my charming Fair,
But you are Deaf to Colin's ev'ry Pray'r.
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Never to entertain your Colin's Love.
And did the dottard Fools extort the Vow;
Cruel Corisca, shall I think it true.
To such an unjust View have no Respect;
Or break your Vow, or I will break my Neck.
I'm not, she says, unflexible to Love,
Could I, dear Colin, this curs'd Vow remove.
To break my Vow, dare I be so unjust,
'Twould send my aged Parents to the Dust.
What then, says Colin, will it be a Crime
To give them Heav'n a Year before their Time:
O 'tis an Action that will make you thrive,
To keep the loving Colin still alive.
Thus Colin spoke, and did her Heart betray,
She broke her Vow, and marry'd him next Day.
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