Volume 5 — A Song. Set by Mr. J. ISUM.
Reading edition
[Listen]
IN vain, in vain, in vain, in vain, in vain, In vain the God I ask, He’ll ne’er remove the Dart; And still I love the pretty, pretty Boy, Altho’, altho’ he wound my Heart: Henceforth I’ll be contented then, No more will I desire; No, no, no more, no, no, no more will I desire, To slight her whom I love so much, That but creates the Fire: Well might I expect the Fate, As well as any other; Since he ne’er spares the Gods themselves, Nor does he spare his Mother.