Gentle gales, in pity bear

Gentle gales, in pity bear My sighs, my tender sighs away: To my cruel Strephon's ear, All my soft complaints convey.

Near some mossy fountain's side, Or on some verdant bank reclin'd, Where bubbling streams in murmurs glide, You will the dear deluder find. Gentle gales, &c.

Tell the false one, how I mourn, Tell him all my pains and woes; Tell, ah! tell him to return, And bring my wounded heart repose. Gentle gales, &c.