Pinkie House

By Pinky House oft let me walk,

While, circled in my arms,

I hear my Nelly sweetly talk,

And gaze o'er all her charms.

O let me ever fond behold

Those graces void of art!

Those cheerful smiles, that sweetly hold

In willing chains my heart!

Come, then, my love! O come along!

And feed me with thy charms;

Come, fair inspirer of my song!

O fill my longing arms!

A flame like mine can never die,

While charms so bright as thine,

So heav'nly fair, both please the eye,

And fill the soul divine.