Verse 1
Ah! what shall I say!
That a Virgin so gay,
Without either malice or art
(Tho’ no evil she means
Hardly yet in her Teens)
She has robb’d Poet Sam of his heart!
Verse 2
Harrietta is She!
And what harm could there be
To gaze on a Maiden so young?
But how great my Surprize!
When escap’d from her eyes,
I was caught by her mischievous tongue.
Verse 3
Stop the innocent Thief,
For a Lover’s relief!
Or if proud of her victory won,
She refuses to part
With my musical heart,
Let her give me a share of her own.
Verse 4
A share did I say?
Nay, I honestly may
Her whole heart and affections demand:
And if Justice He loves,
And if Truth he approves,
The good Doctor will give me her hand.