Boogie nights; disco music played in the lounge bar in the evening until late
In holiday gown, and my new fangled hat,
Last Monday I tripped to the fair;
I held up my head, and I'll tell for what,
Brisk Roger I guessed would be there:
He woos me to marry whenever we meet,
There's honey sure dwells on his tongue!
He hugs me so close, and he kisses so sweet,
I'd wed - if I were not too young.
He whispered such soft pretty things in my ear!
He flattered, he promised, and swore!
Such trinkets he gave me, such laces and gear,
That trust me, -my pockets ran o'er:
Some ballads he bought me, the best he could find,
And sweetly their burthen he sung;
Good faith! He's so handsome, so witty, and kind,
I'd wed - if I were not too young.
The sun was just setting, 'twas time to retire,
(Our cottage was distant a mile)
I rose to be gone - Roger bowed like a squire,
And handed me over the stile;
His arms he threw around me - love laughed in his eye'
He led me the meadows among,
There pressed me so close, I agreed, with a sigh
To wed - for I was not too young.
John Cunningham 1729 - 73 Holiday Gown