Volume 5 — A SONG.
Reading edition
[Listen]
TELL me ye Sicilian Swains, Why this Mourning’s o’er your Plains; Where’s your usual Melody? Why are all your Shepherds mad, And your Shepherdesses sad? What can the mighty meaning be? Chorus. Sylvia the Glory of our Plains; Sylvia the Love of all our Swains; That blest us with her Smiles: Where ev’ry Shepherd had a Heart, And ev’ry Shepherdess a Part; Slights our Gods, and leaves our Isle, Slights our Gods, and leaves our Isle.
