Hard by, a Cottage chimney smokes,
From betwixt two aged Okes,
Where Corydon and Thyrsis met,
Are at their savory dinner set
Of Hearbs, and other Country Messes,
Which the neat-handed Phillis dresses;
And then in baste her Bowre she leaves,
With Thestylis to bind the Sheaves;
Or if the earlier season lead
To the tann'd Haycock in the Mead,
Som times with secure delight
The up-land Hamlets will invite,
When the merry Bells ring round,
And the jocond rebecks sound
To many a youth, and many a maid,
Dancing in the Chequer'd shade;
And young and old com forth to play
On a Sunshine Holyday,
Till the live-long day-light fail,
Then to the Spicy Nut-brown Ale,
With Stories told of many a feat,
How Faery Mab the junkets eat,
She was pincht, and pull'd she sed,
And be by Friars Lanthorn led
Tells how the drudging Goblin swet,
To ern bis Cream-bowle duly set,
When in one night, ere glimps of morn,
His shadowy Flale bath thresh'd the Corn
That ten day-labourers could not end,
Then lies bim down the Lubbar Fend.
And Stretch'd out all the Chimney's length,