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?