Under the fruit-trees' shade I pass'd,...
Thro' the green bushes,... and at last
Found, as the furthest path I trode,
The gel I wanted. Ye... s! by——!
The gel I wanted—ay, I found
More than I wanted, you'll be bound!
Theer, seated on a wooden cheer,
With bows and ribbons in her heer,
Her hat a-swinging on a twig
Close by, sat Ciss in her best rig,