Love

Whilst tracing thy visage, I sink in emotion,
For no other damsel so wond'rous I see;

Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I think of no other, my true-love, but thee.

With heart-burning rapture I gaze on thy beauty,
And fly like a bird to the boughs of a tree;

Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I fancy no other, my true-love, but thee.

Thus oft in the valley I think, and I wonder
Why cannot a maid with her lover agree?

Thy looks are so pleasing, thy charms so amazing,
I pine for no other, my true-love, but thee.

I'd fly from thy frowns with a heart full of sorrow—
Return, pretty damsel, and smile thou on me;

By every endeavour, I'll try thee for ever,
And languish until I am fancied by thee.