Rhymes
,
to
Miss
Charlot
Clayton
.
As
Damon
was
pensively
walking
one
day
,
Three
pretty
tight
lasses
he
met
in
his
way
:
And
who
should
they
be
,
that
were
taking
the
air
,
But
Nelly
,
and
Molly
,
and
Charlot
so
fair
.
The
swain
,
who
to
beauty
had
never
been
blind
,
Thought
this
was
the
season
to
tell
'em
his
mind
:
But
first
he
debated
,
to
which
lovely
lass
He
should
offer
his
tenders
,
and
open
his
case
.
That
Nelly
was
pretty
he
could
not
deny
,
But
Molly
,
he
thought
,
had
the
sprightliest
eye
;
So
on
her
his
affections
they
rested
awhile
,
'Till
Charlot
appear'd
,
with
a
look
and
a
smile
:
With
a
look
and
a
smile
which
sure
mischief
had
done
,
Had
the
swain
been
encounter'd
by
Charlot
alone
.
Perplext
in
his
thought
,
and
disturb'd
in
his
breast
,
And
unable
to
tell
which
bright
lass
he
lov'd
best
;
He
folded
his
arms
,
to
the
grove
he
retir'd
,
And
decently
on
the
green
willow
expir'd
.
To
Damon's
sad
fate
lend
a
pitying
ear
,
For
three
at
a
time
what
poor
mortal
could
bear
?
One
alone
,
trust
me
Charlot
,
had
made
him
rejoice
,
And
the
swain
been
quite
happy
—
"
With
what
?
"
—
An
admirer
of
that
Lady's
.
Hopson's
choice
.