I love the jocund dance, the softly breathing song, where innocent eyes do glance, and where lips the maiden's tongue...

I love the laughing vale,
I love the echoing hill,
Where mirth does never fall,
And the jolly swain laughs his fill.

I love the pleasant cot,
I love the innocent bow'r,
Where white and brown is our lot,
Our fruit in the mid-day hour.

I love the oaken seat,
Beneath the oaken tree,
Where all the old villagers meet,
And laugh our sports to see.

I love our neighbours all,
But, ? .... I better love thee;
And love them I ever shall,
But thou art all to me..