A cottage by no means enchanted;
“Ah! here we can live without longing to roam,”
He said, “Sha’n’t we, my love?” and they shantied,
And gently beamed o’er them love’s rose-colored ray;
(The bridegroom and bride of this ballad;)
He said “Let us walk at the close of the day,
My own lovely Sall,” and they sallied.
He plucked her the sweetest and loveliest flowers
That scented the path where they wandered;
And when she exclaimed “Let us turn from these bowers,