THO' here my body lies interr'd,
I still can be a tell-tale bird;
If DAVID should pollute these shades,
And wanton with my lady's maids;
Or DICK sneak out to field or park,
To play with MOPSY in the dark;
Or WILL, that noble, generous youth,
Should err from wisdom, taste, and truth;
And bless'd with all that's fair and good,
Should quit a seast for grosser food:
I'll rise again a restless sprite,
Will haunt my lonely cage by night;
There swell my throat and plume my wing,
And every tale to LUCY sing.