Where oft the nymph they us’d to hail;
The shepherds now are heard to mourn,
For Lucy Gray of Allendale.
With her to join the rural dance,
Far have I stray’d o’er hill and dale,
Where, pleas’d, each rustic stole a glance,
At Lucy Gray of Allendale.
’Twas underneath yon hawthorn shade,
That first I told the tender tale,
But now low lays the lovely maid,