O Listen, listen to the voice of love,
he calls my Daphne to the grove,
The primrose sweet bedecks the field,
the tuneful birds invite to rove.
To foster joys let splendor yield,
O listen, listen to the voice of love.
Where flowers their blooming sweets exale,
my Daphne let us fondly stray,
Where whisp'ring love breaths forth its gale,
and shepherds tune their artless lay. &c.
Come share with me the sweets of spring,
and leave the town's tumultuous noise,
The happy swains will sweetly sing,
an echo fill repeat their joys. &c.
