Merrily my love and I Upon the plains were sporting; Cheerfully the nymphs and fauns Oft-times to us resorting. Sorrow did not assail us; We tasted of each pleasure. Happy those that may, like us, Have part of love's rich treasure.
Merrily my love and I Upon the plains were sporting; Cheerfully the nymphs and fauns Oft-times to us resorting. Sorrow did not assail us; We tasted of each pleasure. Happy those that may, like us, Have part of love's rich treasure.