blythe in the birken shaw.
the princely revel may survey
our rustic dance wi' scorn;
but are their hearts as light as ours,
beneath the milk-white thorn!
the shepherd, in the flowery glen;
in shepherd's phrase, will woo:
the courtier tells a finer tale,
but is his heart as true!
these wild-wood flowers i've pu'd, to deck
that spotless breast o' thine:
the courtiers' gems may witness love,
but, 'tis na love like mine.