Let us wander not unseen,
by the elms on hillocks green,
while the ploughman near at hand
whistles o'er the furrow'd land.
And the milk maid singeth blithe
and the mower whets his scythe.
Let us wander not unseen,
by the elms on hillocks green,
while the ploughman near at hand
whistles o'er the furrow'd land.
And the shepherd tells his tale,
beneath the hawthorn in the dale.