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