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Ah! happy swain! he waits the accustom'd hour,
When twilight's gloom obscures the closing sky;
Then gladly seeks his loved paternal bower,
And shares the feast his native fields supply.
When twilight's gloom obscures the closing sky;
Then gladly seeks his loved paternal bower,
And shares the feast his native fields supply.
Friendship and Love, his cottage guests, receive him
With honest welcome, and with smile sincere :
No threat'ning woes of present joys bereave him;
No sigh his bosom owns, his cheek no tear.
With honest welcome, and with smile sincere :
No threat'ning woes of present joys bereave him;
No sigh his bosom owns, his cheek no tear.
Ah! happy swain! such bliss to me denying,
Fortune thy lot with envy bids me view,
Me who from home, and Spain an exile flying,
Bid all I value, all I love, adieu !
Fortune thy lot with envy bids me view,
Me who from home, and Spain an exile flying,
Bid all I value, all I love, adieu !
No more mine ear shall list the well known ditty,
Sung by some mountain girl who tends her goats;
Some village swain imploring amorous pity,
Or shepherd chaunting wild his village notes.
Sung by some mountain girl who tends her goats;
Some village swain imploring amorous pity,
Or shepherd chaunting wild his village notes.
No more my arms a parent's fond embraces;
No more my heart domestic calm must know;
Far from these joys with sighs which memory traces.
To sultry skies, and distant climes I go.
No more my heart domestic calm must know;
Far from these joys with sighs which memory traces.
To sultry skies, and distant climes I go.
Where Indian sun engenders new diseases,
Where snakes and tigers breed I bend my way;
To brave the feverish thirst no art appeases
The yellow plague, and madd'ning blaze of day.
Where snakes and tigers breed I bend my way;
To brave the feverish thirst no art appeases
The yellow plague, and madd'ning blaze of day.
