The poem
ONE Spring-morning bright and fair,
Roam'd a shepherdess and sang; Young and beauteous, free from care,
Through the fields her clear notes rang: So, Ia, Ia! le ralla, &c.
Of his lambs some two or three
Thyrsis offer'd for a kiss; First she eyed him roguishly,
Then for answer sang but this: So, Ia, Ia! le ralla, &c.
Ribbons did the next one offer,
And the third, his heart so true But, as with the lambs, the scoffer
Laugh'd at heart and ribbons too,-- Still 'twas Ia! le ralla, &c.
1791. -----