Let us wander, not unseen (The Indian Queen - Act III, Dryden, arranged Moffat)

Let us wander not unseen,
by the elves on hillocks green,
while the plowman near at hand,
wistles over the furrowd land.
And the milkmaid singeth blight,
and the mower wets his side.
Singeth blight, singeth blight singeth blight,
and the milkmaid singeth blight.
Let us wander not unseen, by the elves on hillocks green, while the plowman
near at hand,
whistles over the furrowd land.
And the sheperd tells his tale;
beneth the hawtorns in the vale, beneth the hawtorns in the vale.
Let us wander not unseen, by the elves on hillocks green, while the plowman
near at hand, whistles over the furrowd land