Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh,
The sun has left the lea;
The orange-flower perfumes the bower;
The breeze is on the sea;
The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day,
Sits hush'd his partner nigh:
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,
But where is County Guy?
The village maid steals through the shade
Her shepherd's suit to hear;
To Beauty shy, by lattice high,
Sings high-born cavalier.
The star of Love, all stars above,
Now reigns o'er earth and sky,
And high and low the influence know—
But where is County Guy?
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