It being in the blooming Summer time
when meadows they were in their prime,
To take the air I was inclined
And carelessy did range,
Where primroses & violets blue,
And daisies o'er the plains were strew,
My onward course I did pursue,
Till I arrived in Grange.
II
'Twas there I spied a neat abode,
A sunny cottage by the road,
Wherein a damsel sang & sewed
Whose melodies could change
Man's darkest sorrow into bliss