English poem
THE happy Shepherdess
by Anonymous
When the summer smiling bids the hills With noontide fervours glow, I lead my flocks beside the rills, Which cheer the vale below: Then elated with joy to the shade I repair, For I'm sure the dear youth that I love will be there.
And when soft music o'er the plains Proclaims the rural dance, And blushing nymphs, and ardent swains, In eager haste advance, Then elated with joy to the dance I repair, For I'm sure that the dear youth that I love will be there.
Whene'er the cottagers appear Upon the village green, To celebrate the wake or fair, And hail the charming scene. Then elated with joy to the green I repair, For I'm sure that the dear youth that I love will be there.