The Song of Phebe and Jellicoe

Phebe drest like beautie's Queen,
Jellicoe in faint peagreen,
Sitting all beneath a grot,
Where the little lambkins trot.

Maidens dancing, loves a sporting,
All the country folks a courting,
Susan, Johnny, Bob, & Joe,
Lightly tripping on a row.

Happy people, who can be
In happiness compar'd with ye?
The Pilgrim with his crook & hat
Sees your happiness compleat.