THE WILLING MAID The Words by Mr. Boyce. Set to Music by Mr. Desesch.
What, tho' my parents frown and scold Still Jockey I approve. The youth is handsome, free, and bold, And pays me love for love. My father, when at Jockey's age, Did just the same as he, And mother too, I dare engage, Did just the same like me, Did just the same like me.
When first the swain his suit addressed, I flattered and looked pale. He sighed and vowed; he kissed and pressed, And told the fondest tale. Then out he pulled his oaten reed, And played so sweet a strain, That all he asked I gave, indeed, And wished he'd asked again, And wished he'd asked again.
How blessed am I, when Jockey's by! How happy in his view! Though other nymphs cry, "Pish and fie!" Yet hang me, if I do! As to the flocks the cooling stream, Or flow'ret to the bee, As dear as I'm confessed to him, So dear the youth to me, So dear the youth to me.
Ah! fraught with all his sex's art, Should Jockey faithless prove, Where, where shall my poor wand'ring heart Again bestow its love? But, 'tis an hundred unto ten, He'll wed me to secure; And, when he asks me—why—what then? I'll have him to be sure, I'll have him to be sure.