The Faithful Shepherd;
Or, The Loves of
Tommy and Nanny.
To a New Scotch Tune: Or, There was an a bonny young Lad, etc.
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WHen Tommy became first a Lover,
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his Nanny so fir'd ev'ry part,
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That poor Tommys eyes did discover
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the Conquest she made of his heart:
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Ah! Nanny, quoth he, be not cruel,
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reverse that ill fate of your mind,
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Who Nature ordain'd for a jewel,
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should never be fair and unkind:
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Ah! Nanny, quoth he etc,
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Were all those plump smiling Graces,
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that delicate supple white skin,
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That seems to disoul in the Embraces,
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and would force a Senick to Sin:
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Were these my dear Nanny, bestow'd thee
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to keep a perverse peevish mind;
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Or to bless thy dear Tommy that loves thee,
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ah! never be fair and unkind:
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Were these etc.
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The hopes of those Ivory Pillows,
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to repose my poor head on at night,
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Secures me from all Fortunes Billows,
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or ought that can Nature affright:
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There's nothing but Nanny can please me,
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to Nanny my Soul is confin'd,
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No, nothing but Nanny can ease me,
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then Nanny dear Nanny be kind;
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Then's nothing etc.
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In Nannys dear sight I have anguish,
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which Blushes proclaim in my face,
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And out of her sight I do languish,
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to think who possesses my place:
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Ah! Nanny, no more let me leave thee,
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but both be together confin'd,
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And of all my fears undeceive me,
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and for ever for ever be kind:
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Ah! Nanny, etc.
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Ah! Nanny, you told me you lov'd me,
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and bid me no more to tomplain,
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And when I have sigh'd have reprov'd me,
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and kist me, and vow'd it a Game,
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You told me that Fortune should never
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dispoyl what your Soul had design'd;
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That you would be Tommys for ever,
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and for ever to Tommy be kind:
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You told, etc.
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Remember dear Nanny, you said it,
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and call'd all the Gods to attest,
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And blushing to think that you did it,
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you laid your face close to my Breast:
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Remember how dearly I blest ye,
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and beg'd ne'r to alter your mind,
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Remember how often you kist me,
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and vow'd you would alwayes be kind:
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Remember how etc,
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But now cruel Nanny has left me,
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and owns me no more for her own,
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And of all my joys has bereft me,
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and turn'd all my hopes to dispair:
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That Nanny that once had so loving:
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obliedging, so gentle a mind,
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That Nanny of all Creatures moving,
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Is now perjur'd, false, and unkind:
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That Nanny, etc.
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What tho' my dear Nanny be cruel,
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and nothing her fancy can move,
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Yet Nanny must still be my jewel,
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and all that my Soul can love:
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Perhaps 'tis no alter of Nature,
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bu[t] only for Reasons Confin'd,
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So lovely so pritty a Creature,
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can never prove false and unkind.
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