The Sycamore Shade

Sung by Miss Brent at Vauxhall Gardens

'Tother day as i sat in a SYCAMORE shade,
Young DAMON came Whistling along.
I trembled I blush'd a poor innocent Maid,
And my heart caper'd up to my tongue.
Silly heart, i cri'd fie, What a flutter is here
Young DAMON designs you no ill.
The Shepherd's so civil, You've nothing to fear,
Then prithee, fond urchin lie still.

Sly DAMON drew near, and knelt down at my feet,
One kiss he demanded, no more,
But urg'd the soft pressure, with ardour so sweet,
I cou'd not deny him a score,
My Lambkins I've kissed, and no change ever found,
As often we played on the hill,
But DAMON'S dear lips made my heart gallop round,
Nor wou'd the fond urchin lie still.

When flames the bright SUN, to the Sycamore Shade,
For shelter, I'm sure to repair,
And, virgins, in faith i'm no longer afraid,
Altho' the dear Shepherd be there,
At ev'ry fond kiss, that with freedom he takes,
My heart may rebound, if it will,
There's something so sweet in the bustle it makes,
I'll die ere i bid it lie still.