Hark, hark! o'er the plains how the merry bells ring (Song VII)

HARK, hark! o'er the plains how the merry bells ring
Asleep while my charmer is laid;
The village is up and the day on the wing,
And Phillis may yet die a maid.

'Tis hardly yet day and I cannot away;
O Damon! I am young and afraid:
To-morrow my Dear! I 'll to church without fear,
But let me to-night lie a maid.

The bridemaids are met, and mamma 's on the fret;
All, all my coy Phillis upbraid:
Come open the door, and deny me no more,
Nor cry to live longer a maid.

Dear Shepherd! forbear, and to-morrow I swear,
To-morrow I 'll not be afraid;
I 'll open the door, and deny you no more,
Nor cry to live longer a maid.

No, no, Phillis; no; on that bosom of snow
To-night shall your shepherd be laid:
By morning my dear shall be eas'd of her fear,
Nor grieve she 's no longer a maid.

Then open the door, 't was unbolted before;
His bliss silly Damon delay'd:
To church let us go, and if there I say No,
O then let me die an old maid.