William Cosmo Monkhouse (1840–1901)

IN yon hollow Damon lies,

Lost in slumber deep.

(Hush, hush, ye shepherd girls,

Break not his sleep.)

Phyllis passes tiptoe by;

Whither is she hieing?

(Peep, peep, ye shepherd girls,

He for her is dying.)

Now she pauses, now she bends,

Ah, she kiss’d him purely.

(Look away, ye shepherd girls,

Frown, frown demurely.)

See he clips her in his arms,

She who was the proudest.

(Laugh, laugh, ye shepherd girls,

Laugh, laugh your loudest.)