Shepherds, I have lost my love,
⁠Have you seen my Anna,
Pride of ev'ry shady grove,
⁠Upon the banks of Banna?
I for her my home forsook,
⁠Near yon misty mountain,
Left my flock, my pipe, my crook,
⁠Greenwood shade aud fountain.

Never shall I see them more,
⁠Until her returning;
All the joys of life are o'er,
⁠From gladness chang'd to mourning.
Whither is my charmer flown!
⁠Shepherds, tell me whither?
Ah, woe for me! perhaps she's gone
⁠For ever, and for ever.