Volume 5 — A SONG.
Reading edition
The Words by Mr. Clossold, Set by Mr. John Wilford.
[Listen]
NAY pish, nay pish, nay pish Sir, what ails you; Lord! What is’t you do? I ne’er met with one so uncivil as you; You may think as you please, but if Evil it be, I wou’d have you to know, you’re mistaken in me. You Men now so rude, and so boistrous are grown, A Woman can’t trust her self with you alone: I cannot but wonder what ’tis that shou’d move ye; If you do so again, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear I won’t love ye.
