behold, y love, how green the groves
tune—“y lodgg is on the ld ground”
behold, y love, how green the groves,
the prirose banks how fair;
the baly gales awake the flowers,
and wave thy flog hair
the v&039;rock shuns the pace gay,
and o&039;er the tta sgs:
for nature siles as sweet, i ween,
to shepherds as to kgs
let strels sweep the skilfu&039; strg,
lordly lighted ha&039;:
the shepherd ss his siple reed,
blythe the birken shaw
the prcely revel ay survey
our rtic dance wi&039; srn;
but are their hearts as light as ours,
beneath the ilk-white thorn!
the shepherd, the flowery glen;
shepherd&039;s phrase, will woo:
the urtier tells a fer tale,
but is his heart as true!
these wild-wood flowers i&039;ve pu&039;d, to deck
that spotless breast o&039; the:
the urtiers&039; s ay witness love,
but, &039;tis na love like e
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