THE LASS WITH THE DELICATE AIRE

Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill
Whose fame every virgin with envy doth fill
Of beauty is blessed with so ample a share
Men call her the lass with the delicate aire
With the delicate aire
Men call her the lass with the delicate aire

One evening last May, as I traversed the grove
In thoughtless retirement, not dreaming of love
I chanced to espy the gay nymph, I declare
And really she had a most delicate aire
A most delicate aire
And really she had a most delicate aire

By a murmuring brook on a green mossy bed
A chaplet composing the fair one was laid
Surprised and transported, I could not forbear
With rapture to gaze on her delicate aire
On her delicate aire
With rapture to gaze on her delicate aire

A thousand times o'er I've repeated my suit
But still the tormentor affects to be mute
Then tell me ye swains who have conquered the fair
How to win the dear lass with the delicate aire
With the delicate aire
How to win the dear lass with the delicate aire