The Irish Disappointment

The Irish Disappointment

1.Once I lov’d a Lady, a Lady from top to toe,But I was a blockhead, a blockhead, and durst not tell her so.Cou’d I but tell her, tell her, how I languish and die, Cou’d I but tell her, tell her, what a blockhead was I.

2.She is very pretty, she is a little genteel;But she is so Witty, so Witty, and more I’m bound to feel:Cou’d I but tell her etc.

3.She is very merry, she is a little Coquet;Her Lips are as red as a Cherry, her Eyes as black as Jet.Cou’d I but etc.

4.First I would Ogle, Ogle, then I would squeeze her hand;And then I would kiss her, kiss her, till she could not withstand.Cou’d I but etc.