Volume 5 — The Nymphs Holiday. The Tune of the Nightingale.

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UPon a Holiday, when Nymphs had leave to play, I walk’d unseen, on a pleasant Green, Where I heard a Maid in an angry Spleen, Complaining to a Swain, to leave his drudging Pain, And sport with her upon the Plain; But he the silly Clown, Regardless of her Moan, did leave her all alone, Still she cry’d, come away, come away bonny Lad come away, I cannot come, I will not come, I cannot come, my Work’s not done, Was all the Words this Clown did say. She vex’d in her Mind to hear this Lad’s reply, To Venus she went, in great Discontent, To desire her Boy with his Bow ready bent, To take a nimble Dart, and strike him to the Heart, For disobeying her Commandment: Cupid then gave the Swain such a Bang, As made him to gang with this bonny Lass along, Still she cry’d, come away, come away bonny Lad, come hither, I come, I come, I come, I come, I come, I come, So they gang’d along together.