Young Jemmy,
OR,
The Princely Shepherd.
Being a most pleasant and Delightful New Song.
In blest Arcadia, where each Shepherd feeds
His numerous Flocks, and tunes on slender Reeds;
His song of Love, while the fair nymphs trip round,
The chief amongst 'um was young Jemmy found:
For he with glances could enslave each heart;
But fond Ambition made him to depart
The Fields to Court, led on by such as sought
To blast his Vertues which much sorrow brought
To a pleasant New Play-house Tune. Or, In January last, Or, The Gowlin.
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YOung Jemmy was a Lad,
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of Royal birth and Breeding:
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With every Beauty clad,
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and every Swain exceeding.
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A face and shape so wonderous fine,
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so charming every part:
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That every Lass upon the Green,
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for Jemmy had a heart.
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In Jemmy's powerfull Eyes
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young Gods of Love are playing,
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And on his face there lies
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a thousand smiles betraying:
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But O he dances with a grace,
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none like him e're was seen:
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No God that ever fancied was,
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had so divine a meen.
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To Jemmy every Swain
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did lowly deft his Bonnet:
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And every Lass did strain,
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to praise him in her Sonnet:
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The pride of all the Youths he was,
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the Glory of the Groves:
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The pleasure of each tender Lass,
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and theme of all their Loves.
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BUt Oh unlucky fate,
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ah Curse upon Ambition:
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The busie Fops of State,
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have ruin'd his condition:
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For glittering hope he left his shade,
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his glorious hours are gone:
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By flattering Fools and Knaves be-tray'd,
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poor Jemmy is undone.
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Then Jemmy none more kind,
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and courteous had been ever:
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Thinking the like to find,
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but he as yet did never:
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For the false Swains that led him forth
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to expectations high:
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Design'd but to Eclipse his worth,
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brave Jemmy to out-vye.
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But Jemmy saw not this,
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when in the Groves delighting,
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Nor thought to tread amiss,
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at such a fair inviting:
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But Jemmy was mistaken there,
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for he was led astray;
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Whilst each kind Swain and Nymph so fair,
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for Jemmy sigh'd all day.
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For Jemmy's loss the streams
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ran hoarse, as if with mourning;
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The birds forgat their Leams
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and Flowers so late adorning.
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The pleasant Plains hung down their heads
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as bearing part o'th grief,
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And wishing he had longer staid,
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but Jemmy'd no belief.
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For Jemmy's strutting veins,
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with youthful blood were flowing,
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Which made him raise his strains,
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to his almost undoing.
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Though each kind Villager did pray
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he would again return:
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And tread still in the pleasant Way;
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but Jemmy it did scorn.
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For jemmy in fierce Arms,
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more then his Crook delighting:
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Dispis'd the Wood-Nymphs charms,
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that were so much inviting.
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And dreams of digging Trenches deep,
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storming each Fort and Town;
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Ambition still disturb'd his sleep,
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whilst jemmy sought renown.
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But jemmy now may see,
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that he was led to ruin,
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By such as glad would be
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of his utter undoing.
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Yet that his Wandring he'd retrive,
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the wish is of the Swains:
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And in Arcadia happy live,
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where his great Father reigns.
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