Scornfu' Nansy

Far in the glen, whence yonder light

Scarce pierces through the gloaming,

I've linger'd oft till fall of night,

Around the cot-house roaming:

Or listen'd, while the frequent breeze

Wafted the song of Nancy;

While on the pool, or through the trees,

The moon-beam sooth'd my fancy.

'Twas here, beneath this blooming thorn,

I vow'd I'd never leave her;

A wretch ne'er saw the light of morn

So base that could deceive her.

O Love! blest be thine artless power,

That did my thoughts discover;

And ever blessed be the hour

She own'd me for her lover!

Yes, round this thorn, the twining rose

In native bloom shall flourish;

And, ever while it buds and blows,

'Twill sweet remembrance nourish.

Each blissful scene, when here we meet

Be memory's fond treasure;

And oft I'll seek this happy seat,

And ponder on past pleasure.