One spring morning

One spring morning bright and fair,

Roam'd a shepherdess and sang

Young and beauteous free from care,

Through the fields her clear notes rang.

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.

Of his lambs some two or three,

Thyrsis offer'd for a kiss

First she eyed him, roguishly,

Then for answer sang but this,

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la.

Ribbons did the next one offer,

And a third his heart so true,

But as with the lambs, the scoffer,

Laughed at hearts and ribbons too.

Still twas Tra-la-la-la-la-la.