Five Excellent New Songs (1783)/Anna

Shepherds, I have lost my love,
have you seen my Anna?
Pride of every shady grove,
upon the banks of banna.

I for her my home forsook,
on yon misty mountain;
Left my flock, my pipe, my crook,
greenwood shade and fountian.

Never shall I see them more,
until her returning:
All the joys of life are o’er,
from gladness chang’d to mourning.

Whither is my charmer flown?
shepherds, tell me whither.
Ah! woes for me, perhaps she’s gone,
for ever, and for ever.