THE
CAPTIVATED
SOLDIER
.
YE
swains
unacquainted
with
love
,
Attend
to
my
pitiful
lay
:
My
pipe
shall
resound
through
the
grove
,
And
my
woes
in
sad
accents
display
.
Long
time
I
with
freedom
did
range
;
With
indiff'rence
I
gaz'd
on
the
fair
:
Now
my
heart
,
how
affecting
the
change
!
Matilda
has
caught
in
the
snare
.
Ah
me
!
how
unlucky
the
day
,
When
thoughtless
I
hasten'd
to
view
A
wedding
was
coming
this
way
,
Nor
dream'd
I
of
what
did
ensue
.
Matilda
appear'd
in
her
charms
;
Her
cheeks
with
soft
blushes
did
glow
:
My
bosom
was
fill'd
with
alarms
,
Nor
knew
I
who
wounded
me
so
.
Her
shape
it
is
handsome
;
her
air
Excels
all
the
nymphs
of
the
town
:
Her
eyes
may
with
diamonds
compare
;
Her
locks
of
the
loveliest
brown
.
She
swift
from
my
presence
did
fly
.
I
call'd
,
but
she
answer'd
me
not
:
She
fear'd
that
some
danger
might
be
Sly
lurking
beneath
the
red
coat
.
If
red
will
affrighten
my
dear
,
I'll
dress
in
the
good
russet
grey
,
Abandon
my
sword
and
my
spear
,
And
call
my
bright
armour
away
.
No
more
I'll
attend
to
the
drum
;
But
take
up
my
shuttle
and
weave
:
From
that
sure
no
danger
can
come
,
Such
clowns
have
no
art
to
deceive
.
No
razor
shall
come
on
my
face
,
Nor
powder
be
seen
on
my
hair
:
I'll
walk
at
no
regular
pace
;
In
brogues
to
my
love
I'll
repair
.
O
then
,
will
she
hear
my
soft
tale
?
O
then
,
will
Matilda
prove
kind
?
If
rustics
with
her
can
prevail
,
The
rustic
in
me
she
shall
find
.