some solitary wander:
avaunt, away! the cruel sway,
tyrannic man's dominion;
the sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,
the flutt'ring, gory pinion!
but, peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear,
thick flies the skimming swallow,
the sky is blue, the fields in view,
all fading-green and yellow:
 e let us stray our gladsome way,
and view the charms of nature;
the rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
and ev'ry happy creature.
we'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
till the silent moon shine clearly;
i'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
swear how i love thee dearly:
not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
not autumn to the farmer,
so dear can be as thou to me,
my fair, my lovely charmer!