'Twas in that season of the year.
When all things gay and sweet appear,
That Colin with the morning ray,
Arose and sung his rural lay
Of Nanny's charms the shepherd sung;
The hiils and dales with Nanny rung:
While Roslin Castle heard the swain,
And echo'd back the cheerful strain.
Awake sweet muse, the breathing spring;
With rapture warms; awake and sing;
Awake, and join the vocal throng,
And haill the morning with a song,
To Nancy raise the cheerful lay,
O bid her haste and come away;
In sweetest smiles herself adorn.
And add new graces to the morn.
O hark, my love! on ev'ry spray,
Each feather'd warbler tunes his lay;
'Tis beauty fires the rav'sh'd throng,
And love inspires the melting song.
Then let my ravish'd notes arise.
For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes;
And love my rising bosom warms.
And fills my soul with sweet alarms.
O come, my love thy Colin's lay,
With rapture calls. Oh! come away:
Come, while the muse this wreath shall twine,
Around the modest brow of thine.
O hither haste and with thee bring,
That beauty, blooming like the spring;
Those graces that divinely shine,
And charm this ravish'd heart of mine.
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