The American Songster, Song

I'll sing of my lover all night and all day, He's ever good natur'd, and frolic, and gay, His voice is as sweet as the nightingale's lay, And well on his bagpipe my shepherd can play, And a bonny young lad is my Jockey, And a bonny, &c.

He says that he loves me, I'm witty and fair, And praises my eyes, and my lips, and my hair; Rose, vi'let nor lilly with me can compare: If this be to flatter, 'tis pretty I swear: And a bonny, &c.

He kneel'd at my feet, and with many a sigh He cry'd, O my dear will you never comply? If you mean to destroy me, why do it, I'll die. I trembled all over, and answered, Not I: And a bonny, &c.

Around the tall may-pole he dances so neat, And sonnets of love the dear boy can repeat; He's constant, he's valiant, he's wise and discreet, His looks are so kind, and his kisses so sweet: And a bonny, &c.

At eve, when the sun seeks repose in the west, And May's tuneful chorists all skim to their nest, When I meet on the green the dear boy I love best, My heart is just ready to burst from my breast: And a bonny, &c.

But see how the meadows are moisten'd with dew, Come, come, my dear shepherd, I wait but for you: We live for each other, but constant and true, And taste the soft raptures no monarch e'er knew: And a bonny, &c.