New song of old sayings/The Yellow Hair'd Laddie

THE YELLOW-HAIR'D LADDIE.

IN April, when primroſes paint the ſweet plain,
And ſummer approaching rejoiceth the ſwain;
The Yellow hair'd Laddie would often times go
To wilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn trees grow.

⁠There, under the ſhade of an old ſacred thorn,
With freedom he ſung his loves ev'ning and morn:
He ſang with ſo ſaft and inchanting a ſound,
That Sylvans and Fairies unſeen danced around.

⁠The ſhepherd thus ſung, Tho' young Maya be fair:
Her beauty is daſh'd with a ſcornfu' proud air;
But Suſie was handſome, and ſweetly could ſing,
Her breath like the breezes perfum'd in the ſpring.

⁠That Madie in all the gay bloom of her youth,
Like the moon was unconſtant, and never ſpoke truth,
But Suſie wat faithful good-humoured and free;
And fair as the Goddeſs who ſprung from the ſea.

⁠That mama's fine danghter with all her great dow'r
Was awkwardly airy, and frequently ſowr:
Then, ſighing, he wiſh'd, wou'd parents agree,
The witty ſweet Suſie his miſtreſs might be.