A beautiful lady whom the author saw at Ruckholt-House,
Essex; attended by a very ugly sea captain.

Come one of ye lasses,
Who dwell in Parnassus,
To London on Pegasus trot;
And bring me some verse
That I may rehearse
The praises of pretty Miss Scott .

When I saw the fair maid
First in Ruckholt's gay shade,
I wish'd — but I dare not say what;
If I had her alone,
With a sigh and a groan
I'd whisper it all to Miss Scott .

Full close by her side,
By way of a guide,
A damn'd ugly fellow she'd got,
The dog did appear,
Like the dev'l at Eve's ear,
He's so foul, and so fair is Miss Scott .

He'd a traitorous face,
And a Jesuit's grace,
Yet you'd swear he'd no hand in the plot;
He was fitter to go
With a drum at a show,
Than to follow the charming Miss Scott .

Oh had I a part
In the heav'n of her heart,
Contented I'd dwell in a cot;
What are titles but toys,
What is fame but a noise,
When compar'd with the charms of Miss Scott .

The pain of dull pleasure,
The poorness of treasure,
Are the rake's and the miser's sad lot;
But riches immense
And pleasure intense
Can come from no fund but Miss Scott .

Whoe'er in this dearth
Of enjoyments on earth
Thinks of bliss, is a fool and a sot:
But we that are wise
Know that happiness lies
In heav'n, or pretty Miss Scott .

The scholar in books,
The glutton in cooks,
The drunkard delights in his pot;
But what is dull thinking,
Or eating, or drinking,
To the feasting on pretty Miss Scott ?

Some greatly desire
Wisdom to acquire,
Some after religion are hot;
But wisdom's a fool,
And zeal it is cool,
If compar'd with my flame for Miss Scott .

Oh! she's all that is rare,
Engaging and fair,
A good husband alone she has not.
And that, if I might,
I'd give her to-night,
T'accomplish the charming Miss Scott .