Lo! Here are grasses as green
As any, canopying the hills top to feet.
Mine eyne receive the ample scene,
And my nose their perfumes sweet.
Likewise is the heaven dyed azure,
Providing the country with pleasure.
Happily moveth the gurgling stream,
Winding like a ribbon, gentle as any.
Along with the flow, the watery beam,
The lobsters dance, and happiness plenty!
O, the bendy, crystal, murmuring rill,
Makest thou thy banks quiet and still.
The whispers of the trees come into ears,
Muttering calmly from morn till dawn.
When breeze hath come, new leaves appear,
Greenish flames flicker above the lawn.
O, those branchy, knobby, waving hands,
E’erlastingly in harmony with this land!
The cattle graze amid the stone wall;
The hen peck’th for worms, the ducks pace;
The pigs roll around in the pigsty stalled;
Sheep run with effort whilst dogs chase.
Neigh! Baa! Quack! Yip! All awoke!
Wow! Moo! Oink! Beh! A merry note!
In those wooden cabins on the banks
Live people hooked by the charming sight.
Both sides by golden crop fields flanked,
And upon the grass people are wont to lie.
O, the beautiful, lively, flourishing braes,
I will sing thee songs in thy praise.