Four stanzas in the pastoral manner of William Shenstone and John Cunningham. In quatrains with lines of alternating length, William Hawkins explores the sentiments of Damon and Dolly, of alternating tendencies. The fond swain triumphs in the end.
Last Midsummer morn, as I stray'd thro' the grove,
Young Dolly I met by the way;
I told her her charms had subdu'd me with love,
And caus'd her awhile for to stray.
Silly Damon, she cried, what would you be at?
Your fooling give over, I pray;
For all your fond wooing, your cooing, and chat,
No longer shall make me delay.
Then I press'd her hand close, saying, can you deny
A favour so striking as this?
But still she rejected, and cried out, oh fie!
When I eagerly stole a sweet kiss.
With rapture I gaz'd on her delicate charms,
(For I could not resist it, I vow;)
Then clasping her lovingly in my fond arms,
Said she, I must go to my cow.
Then away o'er the plain together we went
'Till come to a cool river side;
Where we tarried awhile, 'till I gain'd her consent,
For ever to be my true bride.
Adieu! then, ye trouble, and plagues of this life,
With Dolly I sure shall be blest;
For when that kind Providence makes her my wife,
We'll lull all our cares into rest.