Wh A Th J I h M ?（1 / 1）

where are the joys i have t?

tune—“saw ye y father”

where are the joys i have t the orng,

that danc&039;d to the rk&039;s early ng?

where is the peace that awaited y wand&039;rg,

at eveng the wild-woods aong?

no ore a dg the urse of yon river,

and arkg sweet flowerets fair,

no ore i trace the light footsteps of pleasure,

but rrow and sad-sighg care

is it that sur&039;s forsaken our valleys,

and gri, surly ter is near?

no, no, the bees hug round the gay roses

proci it the pride of the year

fa would i hide what i fear to disver,

yet long, long, too well have i known;

all that has caed this wreck y bo,

is jenny, fair jenny alone

ti cannot aid , y griefs are iortal,

nor hope dare a fort bestow:

e then, enaour&039;d and fond of y anguish,

enjoynt i&039;ll seek y woe