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Maurice Greene
(1696 - 1755)
The Flea
(Song)
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Probably performed at the London pleasure gardens; published in "Calliope, or English Harmony", London 1746.
Lyrics: Anon
Little flea, why so blood-thirsty,
Thou'st drunk till it has almost burst ye;
Thou'rt now too full of pride, I warrant,
To stir a step on Strephon's errand.
Yet prithee, sweet sincere back-biter,
To Chloe go, that false delighter:
Go hide thyself within her bodice,
And make her own, she is no goddess.
Tell her, the shafts of Cupid's quiver
So from her eyes have pierc'd my liver;
And when she holds thee 'twixt her fingers,
Say thus your lovesick Strephon lingers.
Little flea, why so blood-thirsty,
Thou'st drunk till it has almost burst ye;
Thou'rt now too full of pride, I warrant,
To stir a step on Strephon's errand.
Yet prithee, sweet sincere back-biter,
To Chloe go, that false delighter:
Go hide thyself within her bodice,
And make her own, she is no goddess.
Tell her, the shafts of Cupid's quiver
So from her eyes have pierc'd my liver;
And when she holds thee 'twixt her fingers,
Say thus your lovesick Strephon lingers.