A NEW SONG, CALLED

The New Garden Fields. On the fourteenth of August being the date

of the year, Down by those New Gardens I met with my

dear, I thought she was a goddess or something

divine That came as a plague or a torment to torture

my mind.

Indeed I am no goddess kind sir she did say, I am pulling those flowers so fine and so gay, I am pulling those flowers that nature does

yield, And I take great delight in those New Gar-

den fields.

Then begging your pardon for making so hold One moment your lilly-white hand for to hold Grant me your love and I will ask no more, I would rather have it than a ton of bright

gold.

She says young man I am afraid you but jest If I thought you were in earnest I would

think myself blest, I t is yonder that my father is coming those

words she did say, So farewell young man, for I must away.

She has gone and she has left men the bon-dage of love,

Kind Cupid assist me, and the powers above Kind Cupid assist me, and do take my part, Forsh e is guilty of murder, for she has won

my heart.

She turned and said young man I pity your moan,

I will leave you no longer to sigh aud oan, My jewel I will go along with you unt some

foreign part, For your the first young man that e'er wo my

heart