A
SONG
The
morning
smiles
with
soft
delight
,
The
streams
do
smoothly
glide
;
'Tis
not
the
sun
that
shines
so
bright
,
'Tis
Nan
of
Leader
side
.
Her
sprightly
notes
the
lark
does
make
Among
the
branches
hide
:
And
all
the
drowsy
songsters
wake
With
Nan
of
Leader
side
.
O
why
that
look
of
cold
disdain
?
Yet
wherefore
do
I
chide
;
For
sure
there's
pleasure
in
the
pain
,
Sweet
Nan
of
Leader
side
.
No
wonder
then
her
bosom
swells
With
heart-exulting
pride
;
For
,
hark
!
on
Eden
banks
the
bells
Play
Nan
of
Leader
side
.