Classic Poem

One Spring-morning bright and fair,
Roam'd a shepherdess and sang;
Young and beauteous, free from care,
Through the fields her clear notes rang:
So, la, la! le ralla, &c.

Of his lambs some two or three
Thyrsis offer'd for a kiss;
First she eyed him roguishly,
Then for answer sang but this:
So, la, la! le ralla, &c.

Ribbons did the next one offer,
And the third, his heart so true;
But, as with the lambs, the scoffer
Laugh'd at heart and ribbons too,—
Still 'twas la! le ralla, &c.