Let others Damon's praise rehearse

Let others Damon's praise rehearse, Or Collin's at their will; I mean to sing, in rustic verse, Young Strephon of the hill.

At once I sat beneath the shade, Beside a purling rill, Who should my solitude invade But Strephon of the hill.

He tapt my shoulder, snatch'd a kiss, I could not take it ill; For nothing sure is done amiss By Strephon of the hill.

Consent, O lovely maid! he cried, Nor aim thy swain to kill; Consent this day to be the bride Of Strephon of the hill.

Observe the doves on yonder spray, See how they sit and bill; So sweet your time shall pass away With Strephon of the hill.

We went to church with hearty glee, O love propitious still! May ev'ry nymph be blest, like me, With Strephon of the hill.