The birks of Invermay

The smiling morn, the breathing spring,

Invite the tuneful birds to sing:

And while they warble from each spray,

Love melts the universal lay:

Let us, Amanda, timely wise,

Like them improve the hour that flies;

And in soft raptures waste the day,

Among the birks of Invermay.

For soon the winter of the year,

And age, life's winter, will appear:

At this thy lively bloom will fade,

As that will strip the verdant shade.

Our taste of pleasure then is o'er,

The feather'd songsters please no more:

And when they droop, and we decay,

Adieu the birks of Invermay!