So pleasantly doth pass the life of happy Hezekiah.
The Girl I left behind Me.
I’m lonesome since I cross’d the hills
And o’er the moor that’s sedgy;
With heavy thoughts my mind is fill’d,
Since I parted with Peggy.
Whene’er I turn to view the place,
The tears doth fall and blind me,
When I think on the charming grace