LAST night at the fair I met light-footed Polly,
And Nanny from Earsdon and bothersome Nell,
And yellow-hair'd Bessy and hazel-eyed Dolly;
But Rosy for sweetness did bear off the bell.

Chorus.-Not Polly, nor Dolly, nor coy little Bell;
Not Nanny nor Fanny, nor sly little Nell;
Not Bessy, nor Jessy, is loved half so well
As Rosy the posy-la, no!

A bridal gift to her-a rich snowy feather,
To put in her bonnet-a locket I bought;
A handbag beside of the best foreign leather;
A pair of fine gloves and with figures enwrought.

Chorus.-Not Polly, nor Dolly, etc.

A silken scarf gave I with silver lace laced, and
A rarely cut comb for her tresses so dear;
A rich broider'd girdle to girdle her waist, and
A Guinea gold droplet to hang at each ear.

Chorus.-Not Polly, nor Dolly, etc.

A bonny bit brooch did I buy for her bosom;
A mantle of scarlet, a bonny white gown;
The garland I'd promised of sweet orange blossom,
The ring that shall make her forever my own.

Chorus.-Not Polly, nor Dolly, etc.

Some gifts to my honey I bought, and had money
Been mine I to these had link'd castles and lands,
And Nan, Nell, and Polly, and Fan, Bell, and Dolly,
Had danced in her train and obeyed her commands.

Chorus.-Not Polly, nor Dolly, nor coy little Bell;
Not Nanny nor Fanny, nor sly little Nell;
Not Bessy, nor Jessy, is loved half so well
As Rosy the posy-la, no!