Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Mass.) 1828-1830, 1828-08-12

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SELECTED FOR THE LANCASTER GAZETTE.
MEssRs. EDlToRs.-The love-song here transcribe
for your paper, tradition says had origin in Il
following circumstances -
When IrunbuU, the Connecticut Bard, was qui,
young, youth of his acquaintance named Jacc
-, was grierously smitten with the charms
one Nancy S,ceeting. In managing an affair $
peculiarly interesting, the sufferer dared not tru
his own pen or his own stock of brains, and mos
ardently requested 7runbulps friendly assstanc,
The poet promised to do his best, if he might writ
in poetry and in Jacobs name. To this the burn
ing lover agreed, and the following was soon o
its destined course -
To thee my Nancy, thee my ssceeting
Poor prisoner Jacob sendeth greeting,
Whereas, so pleased the powers above,
I'm falling desperately in love.
For Cupid took a station sly
In one bright corner of your eye,
And from his bow let fly a dart,
Which missed my ribs and reached my heart.
Pierced thro' and -thro', and passing farther
Put all my insides out of order.
Nor this the only plague found
Love entered at the viewless wound.
As mice into cheese will creep
Thro small crack and entering deep,
While all without looks fair and well,
They have the cheese an empty shell.
So thievish love at once broke through,
Stole and bore off my heart to you,
And left me heartless, void of ease
An empty shell like foresaid cheese.
Now poor Jacob, in great smart,
Beseech you to return my heart:
Or else, to cure my ceaseless moan,
Make an exchange and send your own.
Oh Nancy, thee love more truly
Than ever Hudibras loved TRULY.
Not Eneas of old or Dido,
Could love one half so hot as do
hold my Nancy more Goddess
Than Venus fair or Dian modest,
Throughout the world thy beauties shine,
Nor has the sun such power as thine
Thy looks make fair or cloudy weather,
Thy beauty keeps the world together,
And should dearth e'er come again.
Should you but frown know 'twoud rain.
For you the earth produces flowers,
For you clouds drop in fruitful showers,
Fruits only grow that you may eat,
And calves and pigs to find you meat
Your charming smiles which we observe,
Should you withhold the world would starve,
Earth would refrain her wonted store,
And plums and peaches be no more.
Oh Nancy! could you once but love me,
How mighty glad poor Jacob would be-
Nor time, nor fate our love should sever
I'd stick to you like wax forever.
Then have me Nancy. for tell you
am one pretty clever fellow,
And you must think so too, for why
No one can tell SO well as T.
Here follows then without objection
The rent-roll of poor Jacks perfection
Know then, all womankind, that
When straight am almost six feet high,
Hence, by plain reasoning, it appears
Pm one of natures grenadiers.
Yet |, to whisper this between us.
Serve only in the wars of Venus.
Pm brown, and one good thing observe is
My hair is black, Nam, at your service.
Of wit boast not, but have brains
Enough to walk in when it rains,
To know the odds twxt cheese and chalk
Or tell hand-saw from hawk,
To cane man, should he abuse me.
Or hang myself if you refuse me.
Now some who judge of folks by look,
Tell me that I've hanging look;
You must direct me which to choose
The gallows-rope, or marriage moose
l must, as fate or you incline,
Hang round your neck or hang by mine.
Your frowns or smiles will make or break me
So Nancy or the ID take me.
have some faults my foes will bawl.
But I've forgiven myself of all.
And SO am ne'er the worse fancy.
If you can think so too, my Nancy
If you for better and for worse
Will take poor Jacob to be yours.
Our love shall last so long, no doubt,
Eternity will first run out,
And be so great when l unfold it,
immensely must stretch to hold it.
And when death comes in fire and thunder
To cut our marriage-knot asunder,
I'll hold you spite of wind or weather.
His darts shall nail us both together.
Then yield, my fair, and with me take I'm.
And I'LL be yours while I ,vo r.ror