Exact to appointment I went to the grove,
To meet my fair Phillis, and tell tales of love,
But judge of my anguish, my rage and despair,
When I found on arrival no Phillis was there.

I waited a while, which increased but my rage,
With lovers you know every moment's an age,
I sighed and I cried, and I looked far and near,
But in vain was my looking, no Phillis was there!

To wait any longer I thought was in vain,
So I trudged o'er the fields to my cottage again;
When Oh! to my grief, in a grove that was near,
I beheld the false Phillis with Damon was there.

I glowed with resentment, and proudly passed by,
When sweet as the morning, young Kate caught my eye;
I told her my story, she banished my care;
Bade me go to the grove, she would surely be there.