The Song of Phoebe and Jellicoe

Phoebe drest like beauty's queen，

Jellicoe in faint pea-green，

Sitting all beneath a grot，

Where the little lambkins trot.

Maidens dancing， loves a-sporting，

All the country folks a-courting，

Susan， Johnny， Bob， and Joe，

Lightly tripping on a row.

Happy people， who can be

In happiness compar'd with ye？

The pilgrim with his crook and hat

Sees your happiness complete.