The two last lines are by Sir ToUemache Sinclair

Nor vainly think those joys mine own, Which all, alas ! have quickly flown ! AVhat once enchanting hours were mine ! How fairly seemed my clay to shine.

When lightly I then flew to meet The girl who smiled, so rosy, sweet !

The girl I loved with fonder pain Than e'er my heart can feel again !

We met, our souls seemed to be one.

Sweet little sports, now said and done, My heart was warm enough for both.

And hers indeed was nothing loath.

Such were the hours that once were mine, But, ah ! those hours no longer shine !