The Frantick Mother:
OR,
Cupid in Captivity.
To an Excellent New Tune.
Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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AS Cupid roguishly one day,
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Had all alone stole out to play,
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The Muses caught the little, little, little Knave,
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And Captive Love to Beauty gave,
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The Muses caught the little, little, little Knave,
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And Captive Love to Beauty gave:
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The laughing Dame soon mist her Son,
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And here and there, and here and there,
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and here & there, and here & there distracted run,
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Distracted run, and here and there,
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and here & there, and here & there distracted run:
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And still his Liberty to gain,
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And still his Liberty to gain,
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offers his Ransom:
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But in vain, in vain, in vain,
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The willing, willing Priso'ner still hugs his Chain,
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And vows he'll ne'er be free,
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And vows he'll ne'er be free,
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
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No, no, no, no, no, he'll ne'er be free again.
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No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
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No, no, no, no, no, he'll ne'er be free again.
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II.
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Tho' he in Fetter lies confin'd,
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So pleasant is it to his Mind,
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That ever while he waited, waited, waited still,
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His Heart with Joys the Nymph did fill,
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That ever while he waited, waited, waited still,
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His Heart with Joys the Nymph did fill,
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So that the pleasing pain he bore,
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And would not wish, and would not wish,
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and would not wish for Freedom more,
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For Freedom more, and would not wish,
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and would not wish, & would not wish for Freedom more:
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Because that charming Beauty bright,
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Because that charming Beauty bright,
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still he must adore;
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For she's fair, she's fair, she's fair,
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And never, never can he avoid the snare,
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But must be still confin'd,
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But must be still confin'd,
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Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now now,
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Now, now, now, now, now, she is so charming fair,
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Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now,
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Now, now, now, now, now she's so charming fair.
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III.
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The smiling Mother when she found
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Her Son was so encompast round,
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She needs would help her little, little, little Boy,
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And all the Charms of Love destroy;
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She needs would help her little, little, little, Boy,
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And all the Charms of Love destroy;
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In vain she strove; for Beauty Bright,
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Was evermore, was evermore,
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Was evermore his Heart's delgiht;
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His Heart's delight, was evermore,
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Was evermore, was evermore his Heart's delight.
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To the fair Saint on Wings of Love,
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To the fair Saint on Wings of Love,
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Oft he takes his flight,
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Where his thrall, his thrall, his thrall,
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Is sweeter to him than the rich Honey fall;
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There will he still reside,
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There will he still reside,
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For Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love,
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Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, do's Conquer one and all.
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For Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, Love,
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Love, Love, Love, Love, Love, does Conquer one and all.
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