Volume 5 — A New Song. Translated from the French.

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PRETTY Parret say, when I was away, And in dull absence pass’d the Day; What at home was doing; With Chat and Play, We are Gay, Night and Day, Good Chear and Mirth Renewing; Singing, Laughing all, Singing Laughing all, like pretty pretty Poll. Was no Fop so rude, boldly to Intrude, And like a sawcy Lover wou’d, Court, and Teaze my Lady: A Thing you know, Made for Show, Call’d a Beau, Near her was always ready, Ever at her call, like pretty, pretty Poll. Tell me with what Air, he approach’d the Fair, And how she could with Patience bear, All he did and utter’d; He still address’d, Still caress’d, Kiss’d and press’d, Sung, Prattl’d, Laugh’d, and Flutter’d: Well receiv’d in all, like pretty, pretty Poll. Did he go away, at the close of the Day, Or did he ever use to stay In a Corner dodging; The want of Light, When ’twas Night, Spoil’d my sight, But I believe his Lodging, Was within her call, like pretty, pretty Poll.