Poem by Isaac Bickerstaffe
How happy were my days, till now
I ne’er did sorrow feel;
I rose with joy to milk my cow,
Or take my spinning weel.
My heart was lighter than a fly,
Like any bird I sung,
Till he pretended love, and I
Believ’d his flatt’ring tongue.
Oh the fool, the silly, silly fool,
Who trusts what man may be;
I wish I was a maid again,
And in my own country.
Love in a Village, Act i, 1762
Poems of the other poets with the same name:
Percy Shelley Song ("Rarely, rarely, comest thou") Samuel Johnson Song ("Not the soft sighs of vernal gales") Charlotte Mew Song ("Love love to-day, my dear") John Davidson Song ("THE boat is chafing at our long delay") Bryan Procter Song ("Here's a health to thee, Mary") George Crabbe Song ("Cease to bid me not to sing") Mary Montagu Song ("How happy is the harden'd heart") George Etherege Song ("LADIES, though to your conquering eyes") Mary Chudleigh Song ("Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing?") Edgar Poe Song ("I saw thee on thy bridal day") 1827Aphra Behn Song ("O Love! that stronger art than wine") Emma Lazarus Song ("Frosty lies the winter-landscape") Amy Lowell Song ("Oh! To be a flower") Bayard Taylor Song ("NOW the days are brief and drear") Hilaire Belloc Song ("Inviting the influence of a young lady upon the opening year") George Lyttelton Song ("When Delia on the plain appears") 1732Philip Massinger Song ("Why art thou slow, thou rest of trouble, Death") Duncan Scott Song ("I have done") Elinor Wylie Song ("It is my thoughts that colour") Richard Sheridan Song ("Here’s to the maiden of bashful fifteen")
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