文本歌词

The Lass With The Delicate Air - Maxine Sullivan
Young Molly who lives at the foot of the hill
Whose fame ev'ry virgin with envy doth fill
Of beauty is blessed with so ample a share
Men call her the lass with the delicate air
With the delicate air
Men call her the lass with the delicate air
One evening last May as I traversed the grove
In thoughtless retirement not dreaming of love
I chanced to espy the gay nymph I declare
And really she had a most delicate air
A most delicate air
And really she had a most delicate air
A thousand times o'er I've repeated my suit
But still the tormentor affects to be mute
Then tell me ye swains
Who have conquered the fair
How to win the dear lass with the delicate air
With the delicate air
How to win the dear lass with the delicate air