One of Baildon's catches in which the risque text is undisguised. This edition comprises a modern realisation, and a statement of the piece in its original specialised format.

Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer

Cried Strephon, panting in dear Chloe's arms,
"I die bright nymph amidst your charms".
"Alas, cheer up poor youth" said she dissolved in am'rous pain,
"All flesh must die, by fate's decree, e'er it can rise again".