For other versions of this work, see Banks of Banna ('Shepherds, I have lost my love').
BANKS OF BANNA.
Shepherds, I have lost my love,
Have you seen my Anna,
Pride of ev’ry shady grove,
Upon the banks of Banna?
I for her my home forsook,
Near yon misty mountain,
Left my flock, my pipe, my crook
Greenwood shade, and fountain.
Never shall I see them more,
Until her returning;
All the joys of life are o’er,
From ⟨gladness⟩ changed to mourning.
Whither is my charmer flown!
Shepherds, tell me whither?
Ah, woe for me! perhaps she’s gone
For ever, and for ever.