My deary an thou die

Love never more shall give me pain,

My fancy's fix'd on thee;

Nor ever maid my heart shall gain,

My Peggy, if thou die.

Thy beauties did such pleasure give,

Thy love's so true to me.

Without thee I shall never live,

My deary, if thou die.

Ye powers that smile on virtuous love,

And in such pleasure share;

You who its faithful flames approve,

With pity view the fair,

Restore my Peggy's wonted charms,

Those charms so dear to me;

Oh! never rob me from those arms:

I'm lost if Peggy die.