An ANSWER to
The Shepherds Happiness;
Or, The Successful Warrier in less Danger than the Shepherd Swain.
To a Pleasant New Tune, Sung in the last New Opera.
Licensed according to Order.
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WHy are the Shepherds more Happy than Princes,
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tell me young Gallants of Glory and Fame?
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War may expose you to Death and Expences,
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and he that Conquers, the World will proclaim
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A Royal Monarch, whose Deeds are Recorded;
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Thus they with Kingdoms and Crowns are rewarded.
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2.
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While the young innocent Lambs we are feeding,
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with a mean Bottle and Bag by our side;
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The Valiant Hero an Army is leading,
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aiming at Trophies of Honour and Pride:
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f we are Masters of innocent pleasure,
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They are invested with Glory and Treasure.
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Drums they are beating, while Trumpets are sounding,
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to chear the hearts of the Valiant and Brave;
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And while the insolent Foes they are Wounding,
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whole Ranks and Regiments are sent to the Grave,
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Sweetly displaying their Majesties Banner,
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While the poor Shepherd has none of this Honour.
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4.
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Princes of AEurope with Triumph attended,
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and flying Colours have taken the Field;
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While their true Valour was dayly extended,
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to make the proudest of Enemies yield:
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What greater Glory can Mortals desire,
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Than when in flight they make their Foes retire?
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Alas! the Shepherd enjoys no such Blessing,
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on Reeden Pipes we in Consort may Play;
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The Warlike Trumpets a far sweeter Lesson,
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while flying Colours in Field they display:
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We by the Frowns of fair Silvia, lye Dying,
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While on the Wings of Fame Souldiers are flying.
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6.
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In silent Valleys we Shepherds are Wounded,
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where neither Cannon nor Sword does appear;
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We with young beautiful Nymphs are surrounded,
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whose Eyes darts Arrows both sharp and severe;
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While little Cupid continues a Ranger,
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Shepherds are no ways excluded from Danger.
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7.
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Thus Charming Beauties which Shepherds admire,
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often requite us with Scorn and Disdain;
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Languishing then we in Sorrow expire,
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whilst against Silvia we sigh and complain:
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Leaving behind us some sorrowful Story,
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Which Souldiers never do who Fight for Glory.
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