From place to place I travers'd long, devoid of care or sorrow; With lightsome heart, and merry song, l thought not of to-morrow: But when Priscilla caught my eye, with every charm array'd in, I sigh'd and sang, I knew not why, dear little Cottage-Maiden.
And wou'd the charmer be but mine, sweet nymph, I so revere thee, I'd gladly share my fate with thine, and evermore be near thee. Tho' gold may please the proud and great, my heart with love is laden; Then let us join in wedlock state, dear little Cottage-Maiden.
O'er me and mine, come mistress prove, and then what ill can harm us? Kind Hymen will each fear remove, and spread each sweet to charm us; Together we will live content, and nought but love will trade in; So sweetly shall our lives be spent, dear little Cottage-Maiden.
