- Were I laid on Greenland’s Coast,
- And in my Arms embrac’d my Lass;
- Warm amidst eternal Frost,
- Too soon the Half Year’s Night would pass.
- Were I sold on Indian Soil,
- Soon as the burning Day was clos’d,
- I could mock the sultry Toil
- When on my Charmer’s Breast repos’d.
- And I would love you all the Day,
- Every Night would kiss and play,
- If with me you’d fondly stray