KIND LADY Or, The Loves of Stella and Adonis. A new Court song much in request.  
To a new tune. Or, Heyboys up go we, the charming Nymph, or Jenny Gin.  
 
 

THe night her blackest sabled wore,  
all glooming were the Skies,  
And glittering Stars there were no more  
than those in Stella's Eyes:  
When at her Father's Gate I knocked,  
where I had often been,  
And shrouded only in her & mock,  
The fair one let me in.  
Fast locked within my close embrace  
she blushing lay ashamed;  
Her swelling Breasts, and glowing face,  
and every touch inflamed  
My eager passion; I obeyed,  
resolving the Fort to win,  
And her fond heart was soon betrayed:   
 
 

Then, then, beyond expressing,  
immortal was the joy,  
I knew no greater Blessing,  
so happy than was I:  
And she, transporter with delight,  
oft prayed me to come again,  
And kindly vowed that ev'ry night  
she'd rise and let me in.   

But, ah! at last she proved with Bearn,  
and sighing sat, and dull;  
And I, who had as much concern,  
looked then just like a fool:  
Her lovely eyes with tears ran down,  
repenting her rash Sin,  
She sighed and cursed that fatal hour  
that e'er she let me in.   

But who could cruelty deceive,  
or from such beauty part?  
I loved her so I could not leave.  
the Charmer for my heart;  
But wedded, and concealed the Crime;  
thus all was well again,  
And now she thanks the blessed time.  
that e'er she let me in.   

Such wanton youngsters seldom prove  
so true at heart as I,  
But when they gain a Damsels Love,  
too oft away they fly:  
Whilst I such Treachery abhor,  
for 'tis a deadly sin,  
And now no cause she has to grieve  
that she did let me in.   

Those Rosie-blushes that did slain  
her Cheeks, do now grow pale,  
Her heart is now rewved again,  
sighs did with me prevail:  
She grieved was, and I perplexed,  
but now rejoice again,  
And Stella now no more is vexed  
because she let me in.   

When young Adonis called to mind  
the tricks of wanton youth;  
He cried, my Stella she was kind:  
this is the very truth.  
Do, she, thou now hast got the knack  
a tender heart to win,  
Good Lodging thou shalt never lack,  
for I will let thee in.   

With fiery eyes he then beheld  
Stella, his heart's delight;  
He bowed to love he was compelled  
by charms of beauty bright:  
A thousand times he did, her kiss,  
and then she did begin,  
And said, there is no joy like this:  
I'm glad I have let thee in.