Up the hill and down the bourn
O'er the meadow swift we fly 
Now we sing and now we mourn
Now we whistle now we sigh

By the fringed grassy river 
Through the murm'ring reeds we sweep
'Mid the lilly leaves we quiver
To their very hearts we creep

Now the maiden rose is blushing
At the frolic things we say
While, aside her cheek we're rushing
Like some truant Bees at play

Down, down the glen across the mountain
O'er the yellow heath we roam
Whirling round about the foutain
'Til its little breakers foam

Bending down the weeping Willow
While our vesper hymn we sigh
Then, unto our rosy pillows
On our weary wings we hie