If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
By outward show let's not be cheated; An ass should like an ass be treated.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.