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Tune-"Saw ye my father."
Where are the joys I have met in the morning, / That danc'd to the lark's early song? / Where is the peace that awaited my wand'ring, / At evening the wild-woods among?
No more a winding the course of yon river, / And marking sweet flowerets so fair, / No more I trace the light footsteps of Pleasure, / But Sorrow and sad-sighing Care.
Is it that Summer's forsaken our valleys, / And grim, surly Winter is near? / No, no, the bees humming round the gay roses / Proclaim it the pride of the year.
Fain would I hide what I fear to discover, / Yet long, long, too well have I known; / All that has caused this wreck in my bosom, / Is Jenny, fair Jenny alone.
Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, / Nor Hope dare a comfort bestow: / Come then, enamour'd and fond of my anguish, / Enjoyment I'll seek in my woe.