 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
THE WIND AND THE WEATHERCOCK.
The summer wind lightly was playing
Round the battlement high of the tow'r,
Where a vane, like a lady, was staying,
A lady vain perch'd in her bow'r.
To peep round the corner, the sly wind would try:
But vanes, you know, never look in the wind's eye;
And so she kept turning shily away;—
Thus they kept playing all through the day.
Round the battlement high of the tow'r,
Where a vane, like a lady, was staying,
A lady vain perch'd in her bow'r.
To peep round the corner, the sly wind would try:
But vanes, you know, never look in the wind's eye;
And so she kept turning shily away;—
Thus they kept playing all through the day.
The summer wind said, “She's coquetting,”
But each belle has her points to be found;
Before evening, I'll venture on betting
She will not then go but come round!
So he tried from the east end, he tried from the west,
And the north and the south, to try which was best;
But still she kept turning shily away;—
Thus they kept playing all through the day.
But each belle has her points to be found;
Before evening, I'll venture on betting
She will not then go but come round!
So he tried from the east end, he tried from the west,
And the north and the south, to try which was best;
But still she kept turning shily away;—
Thus they kept playing all through the day.
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At evening, her hard heart to soften,
He said, “You're a flirt, I am sure;
But if vainly you're changing so often,
No lover you'll ever secure.”
“Sweet sir,” said the vane, “it is you who begin,
When you change so often, in me 'tis no sin;
If you cease to flutter, and steadily sigh,
And only be constant—I'm sure so will I.”
He said, “You're a flirt, I am sure;
But if vainly you're changing so often,
No lover you'll ever secure.”
“Sweet sir,” said the vane, “it is you who begin,
When you change so often, in me 'tis no sin;
If you cease to flutter, and steadily sigh,
And only be constant—I'm sure so will I.”
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |