by Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745)
Onyons
Language: English
Come, follow me by the Smell, Here's delicate Onyons to sell, I promise to use you well. They make the Blood warmer, You'll feed like a Farmer: For this is ev'ry Cook's Oponion, No sav'ry Dish without an Onyon; But lest your Kissing should be spoyl'd, Your Onyons must be th'roughly boyl'd; Or else you may spare Your Mistress a Share, The Secret will never be known; She cannot discover The Breath of her Lover, But think it as sweet as her own.
Authorship:
- by Jonathan Swift (1667 - 1745), "Onyons" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by David Dubery (b. 1948), "Onyons" [text not verified]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2015-03-21
Line count: 15
Word count: 83