The Pilgrim. Tune by Mr. John Barrett.

-End with the

First Strain.

O

H! happy, happy Groves, Witness of our tender loves;

Oh! happy, happy shade, where first our Vows were made.

Blushing, Sighing, Melting, Dying, Looks would charm a Jove;

A Thousand pretty things she said and all was Love: But Corinna perjur'd proves, and forsakes the shady Groves;

When I speak of mutual Joys, she knows not what I mean,

Wanton Glances, fond Caresses, now no more are seen Since the false deluding Fair left the flowry Green.

Mourn ye Nymphs that sporting play'd, where poor Strephon was betray'd,

There the secret Wound she gave, when I was made

her Slave,

PILLYCOCK. Set by Mr. Tho. Wroth.

P

Illycock came to my Lady's Toe,

And there the Whoreson began to go;

Had he Feet,

Ay marry had he?

And did he go,

Ay marry did he?

So bolt upright and ready to fight,

And Pillycock he lay there all Night.

Pillycock came to my Lady's Heel,
And there the Whoreson began to feel;
Had he Hands,

Ay marry had he?
And did he feel,
Ay marry did he?

So bold upright, &c.

Pillycock came to my Lady's shin,
And there the Whoreson began to grin;
Had he Teeth,

Ay marry had he?
And did he grin,
Ay marry did he?
So bolt upright, &c.

Pillycock came to my Lady's Knee,
And there the Whoreson began to see;
Had he Eyes,

Ay marry had he?
And did he see,

Ay marry did he?

So bolt upright, &c.

Pillycock came to my Lady's Thigh,
And there the Whoreson began to fly;
Had he Wings,

Ay marry had he?
And did he fly,

Ay marry did he?

So bolt upright, &c.

Pillycock came to my Lady's

And there the Whoreson began to hunt;

Had he Hounds,

Ay marry had he?

And did he Hunt,
Ay marry did he?
So bolt upright, &c.

Pillycock came to my Lady's Quilt,
And there the Whoreson began to Tilt;
Had he a Lance,
Ay marry had he?
And did he Tilt,
Ay marry did he?

So bolt upright and ready to fight,

Pillycock he lay there all Night.

Strephon

STREPHON and CHLORIS: Or, the Coy
Shepherd and kind Shepherdess.

He's fearful that his Flocks should go astray,
And from her kind Embraces would away;
But she with Charms doth him so fetter,
That for to stay he finds it is better:

When Flocks, and Herds, and Concerns do fail,
Love must be satisfied, and will prevail.

A

H! Chloris awake,
It is all abroad Day,
If you Sleep any longer,
Our Flocks they will stray.
Lye still, my dear Shepherd,
And do not rise yet,..
'Tis a cold windy Morning,
And besides it is wet.

My Chloris make haste,
For it is no such thing,
Our Time we do waste,
For the Lark is on Wing;
Besides I do fancy,

I hear the young Lambs,
Cry, Baa, baa, baa, baa,

For the loss of their Dams.

My Shepherd I come,

Though I'm all over Sorrow;
But I swear I'll not love you,
If you rise so to Morrow :
For methinks 'tis unkind,
Thus early to rise,

And not bid me good Morrow,
Brings Tears from my Eyes.

Oh! hark my dear Chloris,
Before thou shalt Weep;
I'll stay to embrace thee,
Neglecting my Sheep :
My Flocks they may wander,

One Hour, Two, or Three:

But if I lose thy Favour,

I ruin'd shall be.

I joy my dear Shepherd,
To hear thee say so;
It eases my Heart of

Much Sorrow and Woe:

And