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 trill’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.