Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the thirtieth collection.

Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer

In vain you would blow up the fire of love,
Your arts are vain and never can me move.
For, having been deceived, my heart is cold,
And not for baubles to be bought or sold.
Whoever knows me knows that I am free;
And so indeed I ever wish to be.