THE GIRL OF MY HEART.

I HAVE Parks and I have Grounds, I have Deer, I have Hounds, And for sporting a neat little Cottage; I have youth, I have wealth, I have strength, I have health, Yet I mope like a Bear in his dotage, What can I want, but the girl of my heart? To share those treasures with me? For had I the wealth which the Indies impart, No pleasure would it give me, Without the lovely girl of my heart, The sweet lovely girl of my heart, For had I the wealth which the Indies impart, No pleasure would it give me, Without the lovely girl of my heart.

My domain far extends, And sustains social friends, Who makes music divinely enchanting, We have balls, we have plays, We have routs, publick days, And yet still I feel something is wanting, What should it be, but the girl of my heart, To share those treasures with me? And had I the wealth which the Indies impart, No pleasure would it give me, Without the lovely girl of my heart, &c.

THE MAID OF LODI.

I SING the Maid of Lodi, Who sweetly sang to me, Whose brows were never cloudy, Nor e'er distress'd with glee. She values not the wealthy, Unless they're great and good; For she is strong and healthy, And by labour earns her food.

And when her day's work's over, Around a cheerful fire, She sings or rests contented, What more can heart desire! Let those who squander millions, Review her happy lot, They'll find their proud pavillions. Far inferior to her cot.

NOT far from town a country 'Squire, An open hearted blade, He long possess'd a strong desire To kiss his Chamber-Maid.

One Summer noon with fix'd intent, He led her to a shade, And underneath a mulberry-tree, He kiss'd his chamber-maid.

The Parson's wife from window high, This am'rous pair survey'd She strongly wish'd [nor can't deny] She'd been the chamber-maid.

When all was o'er poor Betsey cry'd, Kind sir, I am afraid, Yon woman she will tell your wife, You kiss'd your chamber-maid.

A lucky thought the 'Squire conceiv'd Straight home himself convey'd, And instantly he brought his wife, Just where he'd kiss'd his maid.

And underneath the mulberry-tree Her ladyship there stay'd, And fairly kiss'd three times was she, Just like her chamber-maid.

Next morning came the Parson's wife, For scandal was her trade, I saw your spouse, upon my life, Great with your chamber-maid.

Lord! when, or where? the lady cry'd I'll soon discharge the Jade, 'Twas underneath the mulberry tree, I saw him kiss your maid.

'Tis false, reply'd her ladyship, You shant' my spouse degrade, Madam 'twas I that play'd that slip, And not my chamber-maid.

So they both parted in a huff, Not trusting what each said, And Betsey keeps her service still, That pretty chamber-maid.