A pastoral ballad in eight anapestic quatrains, not signed. Colin (printed "Cholin") is summoned to the grove by Sally; he sees to it that preparations are in place: "With care I prun'd all my trees, | My fountains are limpid and clear; | My banks I have furnish'd with bees, | Below softly murmurs the Wear." The model is Shenstone's Pastoral Ballad.
Ye shepherds that watch on the plain,
Allow me a play-day to keep.
Ah! can you deny the poor swain,
Who never deserted his sheep!
It is my fair Sally's request,
To day I wou'd pipe in the grove;
Was ever fond shepherd so blest,
So kindly invited to love.
With care I prun'd all my trees,
My fountains are limpid and clear;
My banks I have furnish'd with bees,
Below softly murmurs the Wear.
No weeds in my grove can been seen,
But daisies, and rose-buds so sweet,
For Sally at leisure to glean,
Ah! sure she must think it is neat!
'Tis music delights the fair maid,
Hark! music descends from each blush,
The lilac's the linnets sweet shade,
The hawthorn's the seat of the thrush.
How will it transport her to see,
The freedom that reigns in the grove?
"How happy, dear songsters, are ye!"
Have oft been the words of my love.
Farewell! oh ye shepherds and swains
'Tis Sally who calls me away;
Adieu! my lov'd sheep on the plains!
Take heed how ye wander astray.
'Tis kind, oh! ye shepherds, to sigh,
My flocks, it is tender to bleat?
Ah! cruel 'twould be to deny,
Your Colin his Sally to meet!