Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh  
 The sun has left the lea,  
The orange-flower perfumes the bower,  
 The breeze is on the sea.  
The lark, his lay who trill’d all day,  
 Sits hush’d his partner nigh;  
Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour,  
 But where is County Guy?  
 
The village maid steals through the shade  
 Her shepherd’s suit to hear;        
To Beauty shy, by lattice high,  
 Sings high-born Cavalier.  
The star of Love, all stars above,  
 Now reigns o’er earth and sky,  
And high and low the influence know—        
 But where is County Guy?