The violet and the primrose too
a sheltering thorny bough
In bright and lively colours blow
And cast sweet fragrance round.
Where beds of thyme in
The heath rose opens its eyes in May
And cowslips, too, their sweets display
Upon the heathy ground.
shepherds meet at close of day
To chant their merry roundelay
And chase unhappy thought away
No discord here is found.
notes make mountains ring
When minstrels strike the trembling string
And merry shepherds dance and sing