PATTY OF THE VALE
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here lonesome woodlands close surroundingMark the spot a solitude,And nature’s uncheck’d scenes aboundingForm a prospect wild and rude,A cottage cheers the spot so glooming,Hid in the hollow of the dale,Where, in youth and beauty bloomingLives sweet Patty of the Vale. Gay as the lambs her cot surrounding,Sporting wild the shades among,O’er the hills and bushes bounding,Artless, innocent, and young,Fresh, as blush of morning rosesEre the mid-day suns prevail,Fair as lily-bud uncloses,Blooms sweet Patty of the Vale. Low and humble though her station,Dress though mean she’s doom’d to wear,Few superiors in the nationWith her beauty can compare.What are riches?--not worth naming,Though with some they may prevail;Their’s be choice of wealth proclaiming,Mine is Patty of the Vale. Fools may fancy wealth and fortuneJoin to make a happy pair,And for such the god importune,With full many a fruitless prayer:I, their pride and wealth disdainingShould my humble hopes prevail,Happy then, would cease complaining,Blest with Patty of the Vale.
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