Full Lyrics
Go, plaintive sounds, and to the fair
My secret griefs impart;
Tell all I hope, tell all I fear,
Each motion of my heart.
Go plaintive sounds, my grief impart.
But she, methinks, is list'ning now
To some enchanting strain;
The smile that triumphs o'er her brow
Seems not to heed my pain.
Stay, plaintive sounds, delay, delay!
Howe'er my love repine;
Let that gay moment pass away,
Her heart may still be thine.
