WlLD-)V00D ^PELL, 
_to the woods, Medora, 
Come to the woods with me ; 
The leaves are green, the summer sheen 
Is on the linden tree. 
Up in the woods, Medora, 
The thrushes warble free ; 
Around, above, they sing of love, 
So let me sing to thee ! 
On the low thorn, Medora, 
The finch is fair to see, 
A jewel bright, a heart’s delight— 
Ah! so art thou to me. 
From the dark pines, Medora, 
There flows a balmy sea; 
The air’s soft kiss is heavenly bliss— 
How sweet art thou to me ! 
Come to the woods, Medora, 
Come to the-shade with me ; 
The roses bloom in that sweet gloom — 
So bloom, dear rose, for me 1 
Earl of Southesk. 
