Lord Roslin's daughter (1)/Fair Ellen

FAIR ELLEN.

FAIR Ellen, like a lilly grew,
Was beauty’s fav’rite flow’r,
Till falsehood chang’d her lovely hue,
She wither’d in an hour.

Antonio, in her virgin breast,
First rais’d a tender sigh,
His wish obtain'd, the lover blest,
Then left the maid to die.