Where the jessamine sweetens the bow'r

Where the jessamine sweetens the bow'r And cowslips adorn the gay green, The roses, refresh'd by the show'r, Contribute to brighten the scene; The roses, refresh'd by the show'r, Contribute to brighten the scene. In a cottage, retir'd there live Young Colin, and Phoebe the fair; The blessings each other receive, In mutual enjoyment they share; The blessings each other receive, In mutual enjoyment they share. And the lads and the lasses that dwell on the plain, Sing in praise of fair Phoebe, and Colin her swain.

The sweets of contentment supply The splendor and grandeur of pride; No wants can the shepherd annoy, Whilst blest with his beautiful bride; No wants, &c. He wishes no greater delight Than to tend on his lambkins by day, And return to his Phoebe at night, His innocent toil to repay; And return, &c. And the lads tell the lasses, in hopes to prevail, They're as constant as Colin, who lives in the dale.

If delighted her lover appears, The fair one partakes of his bliss; If dejected, she soothes all his care, And heals all his pains with a kiss; If dejected, &c. She despises the artful deceit, That is practis'd in city and court; Thinks happiness no where complete, But where shepherds and nymphs do resort. Thinks happiness, &c. And the lads tell the lasses they die in despair, Unless they're as kind as is Phoebe the fair.

Ye youths, who're accustom'd to rove, And each innocent fair one betray, No longer be faithless in love, The dictates of honor obey; No longer be faithless in love, The dictates of honor obey: Ye nymphs, who with beauty are blest, With virtue improve ev'ry grace; The charms of the mind, when possest, Will dignify those of the face; And, ye lads and ye lasses, whom Hymen has join'd, Like Colin be constant, like Phoebe be kind.