I love the jocund dance, 
The softly breathing song, 
Where innocent eyes do glance,
And where lisps the maiden's tongue.  

I love the laughing vale, 
I love the echoing hills, 
Where mirth does never fail, 
And the jolly swain laughs his fill. 

I love the pleasant cot,
I love the innocent bow'r,
Where white and brown is our lot,
Or fruit in the midday hour. 

I love the oaken seat,
Beneath the oaken tree,
Where all the old villagers meet,
And laugh our sports to see. 

I love our neighbors all,
But Kitty, I better love thee;
And love them I ever  shall;
But thou art all to me.