Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, br The sun has left the lea, br The orange flower perfumes the bower, br The breeze is on the sea. br The lark his lay who thrill'd all day br Sits hush'd his partner nigh: br Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, br But where is County Guy? br br The village maid steals through the shade, br Her shepherd's suit to hear; br To beauty shy, by lattice high, br Sings high-born Cavalier.