Yellow-hair'd laddie/The yellow-hair'd laddie

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The YELLOW-HAIR'D LADDIE.

IN April, when primroses paint the sweet plain,
And summer approaching rejoiceth the swain;
The yellow-hair'd Laddie would often-times go
To wilds and deep glens, where the hawthorn trees grew.

⁠There, under the shade of an old sacred thorn,
With freedom he sung his loves ev'ning and morn:
He sung with so soft and inchanting a sound,
That Sylvians and Faries unseen danc'd around.

⁠The Shepherd thus sung, Tho' young Maya be fair
Her beauty is dash'd with a scornfu' proud air;
But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing,
Her breath's like the breezes perfum'd in the spring.

⁠That Madie in all the gay bloom of her youth,
Like the moon was unconstant, and never spoke truth:
But Susie was faithful, good humour'd and free,
And fair as the Goddess who sprung from the sea.

⁠That mama's fine daughter with all her great dow'r,
Was aukwardly airy, and frequently sowr:
Then, sighing, he wish'd, would parents agree,
The witty sweet Susie his mistress might be.