Tom & Polly

Printed and Sold by J Pitts, 14, Great St.
Andrew Street, Seven Dials.

A S Tom and Polly went a straying,
For to pass the time away;
Tom he thought himself quite happy,
While he walked the now-mowed hay :
Near the brink of a chystal river,
Joining to a shady grove,
Cupid being a cunning master,
Pierc'd him with the dart of love.

A thousand goddesses then surrounded,
To divert this lovely pair,
Polly's beauty Tom confounded,
Love's passions drove him to despair;
How to gain this lovely creature,
You Gods of love pray let me know,
Must—I shall 1—kiss you Polly,
Then she answer'd, No, no, no.

TO a tavern strasght he brought her,
Gave her liquors of the best,
By the hand he softlv press'd her,
Saying, I love you the best,
Poll grew warm and thought no harm,
After a harmless bottle or two,
To what he said the silly maid,
Could hardly answer, No, no, no.

Ma'am your smiles are so engaging,
Your bright eyes have me controul'd,
Let my persuasions be prevailing,
For you have given a mortal wound.
By the hand he soft'ty pressed her,
Saying my darling don't be coy,
Must—I shall— I kiss you Polly,
Then she answer'd, Aye, aye, aye.