The Song of Phoebe and Jellicoe

    Phoebe drest like beauty's queen，

    Jellicoe in faint pea-green，

    Sitting all beneath a grot，

    Where the little lambkins trot.

    Maidens dancing， loves a-sporting，

    All the country folks a-courting，

    Susan， Johnny， Bob， and Joe，

    Lightly tripping on a row.

    Happy people， who can be

    In happiness compar'd with ye？

    The pilgrim with his crook and hat

    Sees your happiness complete.