Full Lyrics
Sweet village, loveliest of the plain,
Where spring its earliest visit paid;
Where health and plenty smile around,
And summer's ling'ring bloom delayed:
Where are ye now, fair lovely bowers?
Where happiness endeared each scene;
The mill stream, with the busy mill,
The village sports, the sports upon the green?
Sweet village, loveliest of the plain,
No more thy brook reflects the ray,
Sunk in thy bowers, in ruin all,
Thy sylvan sports long past away:
Sad, trembling from the spoiler's hand,
Thy children seek a kindlier shore;
And bid adieu, with breaking hearts,
To scenes they ne'er may visit more.
