It was because the seat was dry,
And many other reasons why,
O primrose-bank! Ianthe's gown
Was lifted for her to sit down,
When we both thought that harm were done
More than sufficiently by one:
So only one of us imprest
The tender turf. Why tell the rest?
Ground-ivy peer'd, and celandine
Show'd us how smartly he could shine,
And stiff-neck violets, one or two,
Pouted, and would not venture thro'.
Forgive us, and accept our thanks,
Thou pleasantest of primrose banks!