Gay Spring with flow'rs bedecks the plains,
Soft music echoes thro' the grove;
How cheerful seem the nymphs and swains,
And all around is mirth and love:
Earth spreads a fragrant couch for thee--
O come, sweet girl, and live with me.

Mild Summer, smiling o'er the fields,
Invites me to the woodbine bow'r;
Pensive I view what Summer yields,
Pensive I cull each fav'rite flow'r;
The chaplet twin'd, I think of thee,
Then come, sweet girl, and live with me.

Rich Autumn waves her golden store,
And saffron'd leaves fall by each blast.
Thus life's gay summer soon is o'er,
And Memory weeps at what is past:
My wearied thoughts still turn to thee--
O come, sweet girl, and live with me.

In Winter, when the piercing wind,
Disrobes gay Nature of her charms,
Thy fancied presence cheers my mind,
And soothing Hope my bosom warms:
I tune my pipe to love and thee,
Then come, sweet girl, and live with me.