Classic Poem

HE

Let rakes for pleasure range the Town,
Or misers dote on golden guineas;
Let Plenty smile or Fortune frown,
The sweets of Love are mine and Jenny's.
S HE . Let wanton maids indulge desire,
How soon the fleeting pleasure gone is!
The joys of virtue never tire,
And such shall still be mine and Johnny's.
B OTH . Together let us sport and play,
And live in pleasure where no sin is;
The priest shall tie the knot to-day,
And wedlock's bands make Johnny Jenny's.
H E . Let roving swains young hearts invade,
The pleasure ends in shame and folly;
So Willy woo'd, and then betray'd
The poor believing simple Molly.
S HE . So Lucy lov'd, and lightly toy'd,
And laugh'd at harmless maids who marry;
But now she finds her shepherd cloy'd,
And chides too late her faithless Harry.
B OTH . But we'll together, &c.
H E . By cooling streams our flocks we'll feed,
And leave deceit to knaves and ninnies;
Or fondly stray where Love shall lead,
And every joy be mine and Jenny's.
S HE . Let guilt the faithless bosom fright,
The constant heart is always bonny;
Content, and Peace, and sweet Delight,
And Love, shall live with me and Johnny.
B OTH . Together still we'll sport and play,
And live in pleasure where no sin is;
The priest shall tie the knot to-day,
And wedlock's bands make Johnny Jenny's.