Air XVI. Over the Hills and Far Away
Were I laid on Greenland’s coast,
And in my arms embraced my lass:
Warm amidst eternal frost,
Too soon the half year’s night would pass.
Were I sold on Indian soil,
Soon as the burning day was closed,
I could mock the sultry toil,
When on my charmer’s breast reposed.
And I would love you all the day,
Every night would kiss and play,
If with me you’d fondly stray
Over the hills and far away.
Air XXI. Would You Have a Young Virgin
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares,
The mist is dispelled when a woman appears;
Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly
Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
Roses and lilies her cheeks disclose,
But her ripe lips are more sweet than those.
Press her,
Caress her
With blisses,
Her kisses
Dissolve us in pleasure, and soft repose.
Air XLIV. Lillibullero
The modes of the court so common are grown
That a true friend can hardly be met;
Friendship for interest is but a loan,
Which they let out for what they can get.
‘Tis true, you find
Some friends so kind,
Who will give you good counsel themselves to defend.
In sorrowful dirty,
They promise, they pity,
But shift you , for money, from friend to friend.
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