3
Ye shepherds tell me, tell me, have you seen,
Have you seen my Flora pass this way,
In shape and feature beauty’s queen,
In pastoral, in pastoral array.
Chorus.
Shepherds tell me, tell me, tell me have you seen,
Have you seen my Flora pass this way,
Have you seen, tell me, shepherds, have you seen,
Tell me have you seen my Flora pass this way.
A wreath around her head, around her head she wore
Carnation, lily, lily, rose,
And in her hand a crook she bore,
And sweets, and sweets her breath compose.
Shepherds tell me, &c.
The beauteous, the beauteous wreath that decks her head,
Forms her description, her description true.
Hands lily white, lips crimson red,
And cheeks, and cheeks of rosy hue.
Shepherds tell me, &c.
In Flora’s train the graces wait,
And chase rude winter from the plain;
As on she roves, the wild flowers spring,
