Benjamin Cooke - Lover, thou must be presuming - текст песни (слова)

Lover, thou must be presuming,
 If thou wilt the fair possess;
 See! the wanton, blushing, blooming,
 Courts your tender fond caress.
 
 Man of show, stand not so,
 To her go, let her know,
 Warm as May, your brisk address.
 
 Cloudy eye if she appear in,
 Ever to your am'rous view,
 Looks of cold December wearing,
 Bid the proud coquette adieu.
 
 'Tis design, never pine,
 Never sigh or whine;
 Fly from her; she'll follow you.