the princely revel may survey

our rustic dance wi' scorn;

but are their hearts as light as ours,

beneath the milk-white thorn!

the shepherd, in the flowery glen;

in shepherd's phrase, will woo:

the courtier tells a finer tale,

but is his heart as true!

these wild-wood flowers i've pu'd, to deck

that spotless breast o' thine:

the courtiers' gems may witness love,

but, 'tis na love like mine.