John Cunningham

For see the rosy May draws nigh; She claims a virgin queen; And hark, the happy shepherds cry, 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.

To pomp or proud titles she ne'er did aspire, The damsel's of humble descent; The cottager, Peace, is well known for her sire, And shepherds have nam'd her Content.

His Bounty proceeds from his heart, 'Tis principle prompts the supply; His kindness exceeds my desert, And often suppresses a sigh.