NANCY WILKINSON.

At Cullercoats, near to the sea, Lives one I often think upon; Bewitching is the lovely e'e Of bonny Nancy Wilkinson. By Tyne, or Blyth, or Coquet clear, No swain did ever blink upon A charmer equal to my dear, My handsome Nancy Wilkinson. Sweet cherry cheeks, a lofty brow, Bright hair, that waves in links upon A neck, white as the purest snow, Has comely Nancy Wilkinson. By Tyne, or Blyth, &c. Her virtues, like her beauty, rare; But terms I ne'er can think upon, Fit to panegyrise my fair, My constant Nancy Wilkinson. By Tyne, or Blyth, &c. For her rich ladies I'd refuse, With all their shining tinsels on; None else can wake my slumbering Muse, But lovely Nancy Wilkinson. By Tyne, or Blyth, &c. Aurora, from the Eastern sky, Her robes the glowing tints upon, Is not so viewly to mine eye As modest Nancy Wilkinson. By Tyne, or Blyth, &c. Let sordid misers count their wealth, And guineas guineas clink upon; All I request of Heav'n is health, And dear, dear Nancy Wilkinson. By Tyne, or Blyth, &c.