Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid,
And parting summer’s lingering blooms delayed;
Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease,
Seats of my youth, when every sport could please,
How often have I loitered o’er thy green,
Where humble happiness endeared each scene!
Beside the hamlet church I spent the day,
And listened to the Sabbath’s sweet array;
The village school, the village inn, the hall,
The village groups, were present to recall
The cheerful days of innocence and mirth,
And every thought went wandering o’er the earth.