A "New Song" in eight anapestic quatrains "Sung at Vauxhall, and set to Music by Mr. Fisher." The composer of this pastoral ballad seems to have slung together some conventional sentiments with attending much to sense or continuity, but perhaps in this instance the lack of formality is to be considered an aspect of ballad composition.
Near Barham my Beauty was born,
In a neat little cot in the Down;
Remov'd from the sniffer of scorn,
Remov'd from the cloud of a frown.
A neatness in dress was her pride,
Her lures were good-nature and sense;
Plain prudence was every her guide,
And Virtue her only defence.
Like the rose on the hedge was her cheek,
No snow-drop so fair as her skin,
Her eyes did her sentiments speak,
And her shape it was buxom and thin.
Thus she liv'd the delight of the plain,
For none without gazing cou'd pass:
And each show'd an eye that wou'd fain
Be the lad of this favourite lass.
But she was reserv'd for a youth,
Who regions remov'd, did explore,
With no other fortune than truth,
Health, courage, some genius and lore.
With him o'er the hills did she climb,
With him o'er the billows did roll,
She was pleas'd with the music of rhime,
Nor sigh'd at a voyage to the pole.
Thus they liv'd in a mutual delight,
His joy was to gaze on her charms;
When transported he was with the sight
He sunk with a sigh in her arms.
But she had a thousand sweet ways
To call him to life and to love,
In raptures they pass'd all the days,
And mutually try'd to improve.