Eight Favourite Songs/On Belvidera's Bosom lying
ON BELVIDERA'S BOSOM LYING.
On Belvidera's bosom lying,
Wishing, panting, sighing dying,
The cold regardless maid to move,
With unavailing prayers I sue,
You first have taught me how to love,
O teach me to be happy too.
Wishing, panting, sighing dying,
The cold regardless maid to move,
With unavailing prayers I sue,
You first have taught me how to love,
O teach me to be happy too.
But she, alas! unkindly wise,
To all my sighs and tears replies,
'Tis every prudent maid's concern;
Her lover's fondness to improve,
If to be happy you should learn,
You quickly would forget to love.
To all my sighs and tears replies,
'Tis every prudent maid's concern;
Her lover's fondness to improve,
If to be happy you should learn,
You quickly would forget to love.