Volume 5 — A SONG.
Reading edition
Set by Mr. James Townshend, Organist of Lyn Riges. The Words by J.R.
[Listen]
FLY Damon fly, ’tis Death to stay, Nor listen to the Syren’s Song; Nor hear her warbling Fingers play, That kills in Consort with her Tongue: Oft to despairing Shepherds Verse, Unmov’d she tunes the trembling Strings; Oft does some pitying Words rehearse, But little means the thing she Sings. Cease on her lovely Looks to gaze, Nor court your Ruin in her Eyes; Her Looks too ’s dangerous as her Face, At once engages and Destroys: Speak not if you’d avoid your Fate, For then she darts Resentment home; But fly, fly Damon e’er too late, Or else be Deaf, be Blind, be Dumb.
