Poem by Thomas Chatterton

Colin Instructed

Young Colin was as stout a boy
As ever gave a maiden joy;
But long in vain he told his tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.
Ah why, the whining shepherd cried,
Am I alone your smiles denied?
I only tell in vain my tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.

True Colin, said the laughing dame,
You only whimper out your flame,
Others do more than sigh their tale
To black-eyed Biddy of the Dale.

He took the hint &c. 

1. Eclogue the First
2. Songe to Aella, Lorde of the Castel of Brystowe Ynne Daies of Yore
3. Onn Oure Ladies Chyrche
4. The Death of Nicou
5. Epitaph on Robert Canynge

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