Would ye be taught, ye feathered throng,
With love's sweet notes to grace your song,
To perce the heart with thrilling lay,
Listen to mine Ann Hathaway!
She hath a way to sing so clear,
Phoebus might wondering stop to hear,
To melt the sad, make blythe the gay,
& nature charm, Ann hath a way :
She hath a way
Ann Hathaway
To breath delight Ann hath a way !

When envy's breath & rancorous tooth,
Do soil & bite fair worth & truth,
& merit to distress betray; —
To sooth the heart, Ann hath a way : —
She hath a way to chace despair,
To heal all grief, to cure all care,
Turn foulest night, to fairest day; —
Thou know'st fond heart Ann hath a way ,
She hath a way
Ann Hathaway,
To make grief bliss Ann hath a way !

Talk not of gems, the orient list
The diamond, topaze, amethist,
The emerald mild, the ruby gay
Talk of my gem, Ann Hathaway

She hath a way with her bright eye,
Their various colours to defye —
The jewel she, & the foil they,
So sweet to look Ann hath a way
She hath a way
Ann Hathaway
To shame bright eyes Ann hath a way !