She’s lovely as Venus, she moves like a Queen.
Have you not seen her?—then listen I pray,
Oh! listen to what a poor shepherd can say
In the praise of one ne’er so lovely was seen;
She’s youthful as Hebe, she moves like a Queen.
She’s fair as the Spring in the mild month of May,
She’s brilliant as June decked in flowerets so gay;
You ne’er could forget her if once you had seen,
She’s charming as Flora, she moves like a Queen.
Oh! tell me not Damon, that yours can compare