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The Disappointed Maid, and the drowzy Swain.

A TALE.

As Dolly and her fav'rite Swain
Were interrupted by the Rain,
From tedding out the fragrant Hay;
Beneath a shelt'ring Cock they lay:
When thus the lovely, longing Jade,
Unto the drowzy Shepherd said,
Nay, prithee Lobby, why so sleepy?
Indeed—upon my Word I'll nip ye.—
How pretty might we sit, and chat,
Tell o'er old Stories, and all that.—
But you—O L---d, the careless Beast!
As if Folks lie down to take Rest.
Lob, half asleep, made no Replies,
Or answer'd with a Grunt her Sighs.
While she to be reveng'd, arose,
And play'd a Tickler in his Nose.
(But some, the Virgin to disgrace,
Will say, 'twas in another Place.)
Be that as 'twill, she wak'd the Swain,
And tickled him with Words again.
Come Sweeting, Lobby, come my Dear,
I'm sure that nobody is near;
Indeed we may, pray ben't afraid,
Poor I am but an harmless Maid
For since you're so dispos'd to rest,
Pray take a Nap upon my Breast.
You see Time, Leisure, Place, and all
For such Employment, seem to call.
And you remember People say,
When the Sun shines, then make your Hay.
Augh! Augh! quoth Lob, wak'd with Surprize,
To see the Sun flame in his Eyes.
Heigh hoa! come Doll, for as you say,
The Sun shines, we must make our Hay;
So reach me there my Rake and Prong,
'Twas well you wak'd—we've slept too long.