| MINESTRA. |
If I can catch this jolly
Jack-Patch — |
| TERESA. |
|
Ah, me! my heart is weary, oh! |
| MINESTRA. |
He’ll go for a year with a flea
in his ear! |
| TERESA. |
|
And my days are dark and dreary, oh! |
| MINESTRA. |
He’ll find his joke is a pig
in a poke — |
| TERESA. |
|
For love my soul is aching, oh! |
| MINESTRA. |
Though scarce a score, I’m seventy-four! — |
| TERESA. |
|
And my heart, my heart is breaking, oh! |
| MINESTRA. |
When a woman has come to seventy year
It’s well to be withered and old and blear;
But when she is only a score like me,
It’s
better a fair young girl to be! |
| TERESA. |
|
’Tis well to be young when all is well,
And
lovers are true to the tales they tell; |
