What softness of numbers, what sweetness of song,
What thoughts, that are handsome and pretty,
Can justly describe all that's lovely, and young,
And all that transports me in Betty .

The least of her beauties what figure can fit;
What compare with her ringlets so jetty!
What then can be said of the goodness, the wit,
Of the graces and virtues of Betty ?

I look'd on the virgin, and wander'd no more
Thro' the delicate dames of the city;
Because all I sought for, and valu'd before,
Was entire and complete in my Betty .

If ever I serv'd you in pureness of heart,
Ye supreme and subordinate deities!
Health, pleasure, and peace, to the maid still impart;
For my life is bound up in my Betty .