in ſvveeteſt language tell the youth
his forrovvs to give o’er,
Ah gramachree! my love ſhall be
as happy as before.
The daily py’d, and all the ſvveets
of Nature’s flovv’ry bed,
Shall join to make a garland, meet
for my dear Strephon’s head;
The primroſe pale, and violet blue,
I’ll add unto the ſtore;
Ah gramachree! and vve ſhall be
as happy as before.
Fully many a ſcene of mourning
my Molly late has knovvn,
Becauſe my heart its fondneſs kept
for thee, my love, alone;
My parents hid me from thy ſight;
and ſpurn’d thee, from their door:
Ah gramachree! but novv vve’ll be
as happy as before.
I laid me davvn upon my bed,
bevvailing my ſad fate;
And, like a faithful turtle dove,
I mourned my abſent mate:
And, as the lingering moments paſsed,
I told them o’er and o’er:
Ah gramachree! but novv I’ll be
as happy as before.
