  * *This song has been set to music *by Mr. Lover, and is published. "Who are you?—Who are you? Little boy that's running after Ev'ry one up and down, Mingling sighing with your laughter?" "I am Cupid, lady belle, I am Cupid, and no other." "Little boy, then pr'ythee tell How is Venus? How's your mother? Little boy, little boy, I desire you tell me true: Cupid, oh! you're alter'd so, No wonder I cry Who are you?" II. "Who are you?—Who are you? Little boy, where is your bow? You had a bow, my little boy." "So had you, ma'am, long ago." "Little boy, where is your torch?" "Madam, I have given it up: Torches are no use at all; Hearts will never now flare up." "Naughty boy, naughty boy, Such words as these I never knew: Cupid, oh! you're alter'd so, No wonder I say "Who are you?" |
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