Shady grove/Happy Lizzy, blooming maid

HAPPY LIZZY, BLOOMING MAID.

THrice happy Lizzy, blooming maid,
By no false arts of life betray'd,
Bless'd tyrant of the rural scene
Whose joys enmix'd with pining care,
Which prey upon the modest fair,
When evening comes, with artless smile,
Does all her pleasing toils beguile
With tripping o'er the enamell'd green.

Clarinda fair, in jewels dress'd,
The pride of theatres is confess'd,
Still shines with irresistless mein:
Tho' music, actions, words conspire,
To wake her soul to soft desire;
Delight like this will quickly cloy,
And Lizzy take more perfect joy,
in tripping o'er the enamell'd green.

When Lindamira, in the dance,
In sprightly air does swiftly prance,
and graceful moves like beauty's queen
Thro' crowds of Beaux admiring gaze,
Nor sickning Prudes refuse, her praise,
The flatter'd Bells not half so bless’d,
And Lizzy of more Joy posess'd,
In tipping o'er the enamell'd green.

When Coquerilla Cards invite,
To wile away the social night,
And banish'd far corroding spleen
Though chance, indulgent to her will,
Conveys, each circling Deal, Spadille;
The sweets of gain are less refin'd,
And softer transports: sooth the mind,
Of Lizzy, when she trips th' enamell'd green.

Hail blissful life, which Lizzy leads!
'Midst bubbling springs and painted meads,
Just emblem of the golden mein:
A life with fairest virtue grac'd,
Whose ebbing moments sweetly waste;
Made doubly joyous, chearful, gay,
When Lizzy crowns the indulgent day,
With tripping o'er the enamell'd green.