27.10.2007, 21:20
AMBLESIDE FAIR, 1845.
What a huge turmoil in a little town ;
Swell' d like a cow that has been eating clover ;
See thievish Mercury, suspended over
Each canopied stall, and eager to pounce down;
I see the maid that has not learned to frown
From service free, no mistress to reprove her
Hangs on the arm of him she deems her lover;
God grant he is no worse than honest clown.
Among the crowd I see a scarlet coat,
That would seduce the lad to other arms
Than such as thine on which he seems to doat.
Oh, gentle maiden, work with all thy charms ;
Let not thy chosen youth make thee the wife
Of man whose psalmody is drum and fife.
What a huge turmoil in a little town ;
Swell' d like a cow that has been eating clover ;
See thievish Mercury, suspended over
Each canopied stall, and eager to pounce down;
I see the maid that has not learned to frown
From service free, no mistress to reprove her
Hangs on the arm of him she deems her lover;
God grant he is no worse than honest clown.
Among the crowd I see a scarlet coat,
That would seduce the lad to other arms
Than such as thine on which he seems to doat.
Oh, gentle maiden, work with all thy charms ;
Let not thy chosen youth make thee the wife
Of man whose psalmody is drum and fife.