ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE (1735?-1812 or later)
Songs from "Love in a Village"

III

How happy were my days, till now!
I ne'er did sorrow feel,
I rose with joy to milk my cow,
Or take my spinning-wheel.

My heart was lighter than a fly,
Like any bird I sung,
Till he pretended love, and I
Believ'd his flatt'ring tongue.

Oh! the fool, the silly, silly fool. [comma intended?]
Who trusts what man may be;
I wish I were a maid again,
And in my own country.

Source: Williams, Iolo Aneurin, 1890-1962, "The shorter poems of the eighteenth century; an anthology selected & edited with an introduction" (1923), see here.

Any irony is obviously unintentional. To be honest, I prefer "Will Ye Gang Love".

Grishka, a newly-created expert thanks to Google