Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine

Up And Down, Up And Down I Will Lead Them Up And Down I Am Feared In Field In Town Goblin, Lead Them Up And Down

Ingrateful Man With Liquorish Draughts, And Morsels Unctuous, Greases His Pure Mind That From It All Consideration Slips.

A Very Honest Woman But Something Given To Lie

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

For Thou Hast Given Me In This Beauteous Face A World Of Earthly Blessings To My Soul, If Sympathy Of Love Unite Our Thoughts.