The Echo, Song XCVIII

Say, Have you seen my Arabell? The Caledonian maid, Or heard the youths of Scotland tell, Where Arabell has stray'd? The damsel is of angel mien, With sad and downcast eyes; The Shepherds call her, sorrow's queen, So pensively she sighs.

But why her sighs so sadly swell, Or why her tears so flow; In vain, they press the lovely girl, The innate cause to know. E're reason fram'd her tender mind, The virgin learn'd to love, Compassion taught her to be kind, Deceit she was above.

And had not War's terrific voice, Forbid the mutual bands, E're now, had Sandy been her choice, And Hymen join'd our hands: But, since the sword of War is sheath'd, And peace resumes her charms, My every joy is now bequeath'd To Arabella's arms.