Young Harry is as blithe a swain

Young Harry is as blithe a swain, As ever tript it o'er the plain; No sorrows ever crost his way, His smiles proclaim him ever gay: The ladies love to hear him woo, And well the urchin knows it too.

To ev'ry nymph he told his tale, Nor heeds although he don't prevail; His smiles proclaim him ever gay, While to another he bends his way: The lad has learnt the way to woo, And well, &c.

Soft songs of love he can compose, And these will please the fair, he knows; He'll praise their beauties to the sky, And raise their virtues full as high: Such poets the ladies love to view, And well, &c.

For Celia's heart he long has try'd, And still the boy has been deny'd; But tho' affectedly she's shy, Her heart cannot the youth deny: She longs with him the church to view, And well the shepherd knows it too.