Each flower in the garden bespangled with dew,
Each hawthorne that blooms in your lovely green dale,
Is match'd by the beautiful rosy-ting'd hue,
Pervading the ____ of sweet, blooming Bell.

The Gowans that whiten and cover the lea
The sweet-briar that breathes a delicious smell
Are far less attractive, and pleasant to me,
Than the smiles, and the kisses of sweet, blooming Bell.

The Miser loves wealth, and his gold shining chest
The Hermit is happy alone in his cell,
But enrapture'd am I, when I clasp to my breast
The lovely, adorable, sweet, blooming Bell.