How vainly men themselves amaze
To win the palm, the oak, or bays
And their incessant labours see
Crown'd from some single herb or tree
Di di di, di di di, di di di

Whose short and narrow-vergéd shade
Doth prudently their toils upbraid;
While all the flowers and trees do close
To weave the garlands of repose

The rocks they raged so furiously
We clamber down to see the sea
Send home my long straight eyes to thee
Which oh so long have dwelt on me
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la

What wondrous life is this I lead
Ripе apples drop about my head
The luscious clustеrs of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine

Yet since they there have learned such ill
Such forced fashions may keep them still
So send me back my heart and eyes
That I may know, and see thy lies
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La
La, la, la, la la
La, la, la, la la
La, la, la, la la
La, la, la, la la
La, la la la, la la
La, la la la, la la
La, la, la la

The rocks they rage so furiously
We clamber down to see the sea
Send home my long straight eyes to thee
Which oh so long have dwelt on me
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la
La, la la la, la la la