Forlorne damsel/The handsome country maid

The Handsome COUNTRY MAID.

As I walked out one morning in May,
when-groves are green and vallies gay,
Where tender Flora ſent her ſhow'rs,
Beſpangling all the fields with flow'rs.

My heart being light I free did rove,
Not knowing of the pain of love,
In homely attire I did perceive,
An admirable beauteous country maid.

My eyes were raviſhed at the ſight,
Whereon I look'd with ſoft delight,
A band of Cupids round her play'd,
For to divert this country maid.

Patience bid me for to ſtay;
Paſſion bid me move away.
Nor could my wand'ring heart forbear,
Addreſſing this comely lovely fair.

Darling miſtreſs of the grove,
That can command all hearts to love,
Pity a wandering fwain's condition,
With tenderneſs take my petition.

She ſaid, kind Sir, Pray rove no more,
I am a farmer's daughter poor;
You're a nobleman of great degree,
A lady born is beſt for thee.

My dear, I love you out of meaſure,
I do deſpiſe all wealth and treaſure,
Great eſtates and golden ſtore,
Grant me your love I'll aſk no more.

Her faithful heart ſhe did reſign,
His hand with honour he did join,
And as they paſſed the groves and ſhades,
Each nynph took leave of the country maid.