Anna

Shepherds, I have lost my love;

Have you seen my Anna?

Pride of every shady grove,

Upon the banks of Banna!

I for her my home forsook,

Near yon misty mountain;

Left my flock, my pipe, my crook,

Greenwood, shade, and fountain.

Never shall I see them more

Until her returning:

All the joys of life are o'er,

From gladness changed to mourning.

Whither is my charmer flown?

Shepherds, tell me whither?

Ah, woe for me, perhaps she's gone

For ever and for ever!