DAMON. HARK, hark! o'er the plains how the merry bells ring, Asleep while my charmer is laid; The village is up, and the day on the wing, And Phillis may yet die a maid. PHIL. 'Tis hardly yet day, and I cannot away; O Damon! I'm young and afraid; To-morrow, my dear! I'll to church without fear, But let me to-night lie a maid. DAM. The bridemaids are met, and mamma's on the fret; All, all my coy Phillis upbraid: Come open the door, and deny me no more, Nor cry to live longer a maid. PHIL. Dear shepherd! forbear, and to-morrow I swear, To-morrow I'll not be afraid; I'll open the door, and deny you no more, Nor cry to live longer a maid. DAM. No, no, Phillis, no; on that bosom of snow To-night shall your shepherd be laid: By morning my dear shall be eas'd of her fear, Nor grieve she's no longer a maid. PHIL. Then open the door, 'twas unbolted before; His bliss silly Damon delay'd; To church let us go, and if there I say No, O then let me die an old maid. |