“ There’s none in the world so happy as me.
As me and my Flora, my Flora and me:
I will go to my Flora and to her I’ll say,
To make us both happy, love, it wants but one day.
One day says the fair maid, that day is to come,
To wed gentle shepherd, to wed I’m too young,
I will first go to service, and when I return,
Then we will be married and love serve on. ”

“ The laurels of conquest I give to the wind,
’Tis nought without love and honour combin’d;
But when thus united, how noble the fame!
What envy must wait on so happy a name!
Love stood my protector in all the alarms,
While the silver-ton’d trumpet still sounded to arms. ”

“ Singing more sweet than the blackbirds & thrushes.
On yonder hills and lofty high mountains,
As the sheep were a'grazing on each day morning,
Bright Phebus did shine, & the hills were adorning,
As Molly fat milking on a fine summer's morning.
So now to conclude and end my ditty,
To all country lasses that are sweet and pretty,
Never forsake your own country employment,
No city can afford so sweet an enjoyment. ”