Behold, my love, how green the groves
The primrose banks how fair;
The balmy gales awake the flowers
And wave thy flowing hair
The lav'rock shuns the palace gay
And o'er the cottage sings:
For Nature smiles as sweet, I ween
To Shepherds as to Kings
Let minstrels sweep the skilfu' string
In lordly lighted ha':
The Shepherd stops his simple reed
Blythe in the birken shaw
The Princely revel may survey
Our rustic dance wi' scorn;
But are their hearts as light as ours
Beneath the milk-white thorn!
The shepherd, in the flowery glen;
In shepherd's phrase, will woo:
The courtier tells a finer tale
But is his heart as true!
These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck
That spotless breast o' thine:
The courtiers' gems may witness love
But, 'tis na love like mine
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