The Surprizd Shepherdess;
The Shepherdess she sleeping lay,
Thinking no Shepherd nigh,
But Strephon came along that way,
And did her napping spye.
The Tune is, Moggies Jealousie
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THere was an a bonny young Lass,
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that lay in the Meadow asleep,
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A Shepherd close by her did pass,
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who went for to fold up his Sheep,
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And turning his eye round about
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this Damosel he chanc'd to behold,
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He straightway resolv'd to go to't,
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and forgot both his sheep and his fold.
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This Lass she lay sleeping most soundly,
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and seem'd not at all for to wake,
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The Shepherd he kist her so roundly
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his back it began for to ake:
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He laid himself down for to rest him,
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this Damosel so brisk and so bold
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She wak'd and a thousand times blest him,
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that forgot both his sheep and his fold.
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Quoth she I will gang along with thee,
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in weal or in woe for to dwell,
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I'le ever be faithful unto thee,
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because thou hast pleas'd me so well:
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Then doubt not the truth of my story,
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my mind for to speak I am bold,
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For in thy sweet sight I do glr,
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I will help thee thy sheep fo to fold.
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The Shepherd he wishly did view her,
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as she told her amorous tale,
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Which pleasure to him did procure,
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her eyes over him did prevail:
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Quoth he, my dear heart, don't deny me,
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for with thee I mean to be bold,
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Then once again lye thee down by me,
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I mind not my sheep nor my fold.
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This Damosel she quickly consented,
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and down by the shepherd did lye,
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They both were extreamly contented,
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she turn'd up the white of her eye:
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When the Shepherd was tired with pleasure
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her arms she about him did fold,
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I love thee quoth she, beyond measure,
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then mind not thy sheep nor thy fold.
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I never will leave nor forsake thee,
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but travel o're Mountains and Rocks,
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My love and my darling I'le make thee,
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and help thee to look to thy flocks:
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We'l love and we'l still lye together,
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though Winter prove never so cold,
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I never will matter the weather,
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come prethee lets hast to thy fold.
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To thus they away trudg'd together,
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and passed the Hills and the Dales,
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She wandred she could not tell whether,
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and told him such amorous tales:
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The shepherd with her was well pleased,
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though she had no Silver nor Gold,
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He joy'd that upon her he seized,
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as he was a going to fold.
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At last all their business was ended,
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they lovingly folded their sheep,
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And under the shade they intended,
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to lay themselves down for to sleep:
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But the Shepherd he cover'd her close
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to keep his poor love from the cold,
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And what they did you may suppose,
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for they minded no sheep nor the fold.
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And thus in the green silent Meadows,
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they took up their lodging that time,
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And greatly she pitty'd those widdows,
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that lost their true Loves in their prime:
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Quoth she if my Shepherd should leave me,
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my spirits would quickly grow cold,
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But I think thou wilt never deceive me,
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that help'd thee thy sheep for to fold.
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You Lovers that tumble in blisses,
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come tell me the truth if you can,
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Is anything like to the kisses,
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that comes from a harmeless young-man.
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No no I will never believe,
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though A thousand times I have been told
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That men are so apt to deceive,
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O 'tis a pleasure our sheep for to fold.
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