Love Songs, &c, SONG

What virgin or shepherd in valley or grove, Will envy my innocent lays; The song of the heart and the offspring of love, When sung in my Corydon's praise: O'er brook and o'er brake as he hies to the bow'r, How lightsome my shepherd can trip! And sure, when of love he describes the soft pow'r, The honey dew drops from his lip.

How sweet is the primrose, the vi'let how sweet, And sweet is the eglantine breeze; But Corydon's kiss, when by moonlight we met, To me is far sweeter than these; I blush at his raptures, I hear all his vows, I sigh when I offer to speak; And, oh! what delight my fond bosom o'erflows, When I feel the soft touch of his cheek.

Responsive and shrill be the notes from the spray, Let the pipe thro' the village resound; Be smiles in each face, oh! ye shepherds, to day, And ring the bells merrily round: Your favours prepare, my companions, with speed, Assist me my blushes to hide; A twelve month ago on this day I agreed To be my lov'd Corydon's bride.