YOUNG Corydon and Phillis, Sat in a lonely grove; Contriving crowns of Lillies, Repeating tales of Love. Chorus. And something else, And something else, What I do know But dare not tell.

But as they were a playing. She ogled to the Swain; It sav'd her plainly saying, Let's kiss to ease our pain. And something else, &c.

Ten thousand times he kiss'd her While sporting on the green; And as he fondly press'd her, Her pretty leg was seen. And something else, &c.

So many beauties viewing, His ardour did increase; And greater joys pursuing, He wander'd o'er her breast. And something else, &c.

This Nymph seem'd almost dying, Dissolv'd in am'rous heat; She whisper'd faintly sighing, My dear, your love is great! And something else, &c.

At length one effort trying, His pressing to withstand; She said, the while complying, O! take away your hand! And something else, &c.

Young Corydon grew bolder, This moment did improve; This was the time he told her, To show how he could love. And something else, &c.

But Phillis did recover Much sooner than the Swain, And blushing ask'd her lover, Shall we not kiss again? And something else, &c.

Thus love his revels keeping, Till Nature made a stand; From talk they fell a sleeping, Holding each other's hand. And something else, &c.