Full Lyrics
(much of the original poem is not included in Wareing’s musical setting. Text below includes only the lines used in this setting)
Cease your music, gentle swains!
Saw ye Delia cross the plains?
Ev’ry thicket, ev’ry grove
Have I ranged, to find my love.
A kid, a lamb, my flock I give,
Tell me only doth she live?
White her skin as mountain snow,
In her cheeks the roses blow,
And her eye is brighter far
Than the beamy morningstar.
When her ruddy lip ye view,
’Tis a berry moist with dew;
Like the tendrils of the vine
Do her auburn tresses twine,
Glossy ringlets all behind
Streaming buxom to the wind,
When along the lawn she bounds
Light as hind before the hounds;
