THE
Royal Shepherd's
Happy Life.
To the Tune of, The Yellow-hair'd Laddie:
Or, Jenney Milking the Ewes,
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(1)
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HOw sweet was the time when we keeped our Flocks
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In Shades of the Mountains, and Coverts of Rocks?
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How sweet were our Nights? how pleasant our Days?
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When we sing till we slept, and pip'd when we raise.
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(2)
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Green Turf was our Bed, and for Break-fast we did
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The Acorn, and Earth-nut, and Sallad provide:
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We drank others Healths in the murmuring Stream,
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And chanted our Notes to Phillis her Name,
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(3)
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How Glorious was I, when dress'd by thy Hands,
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With a Crown made of Lawrel, and Bays of green Wands;
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With a Robe made of Rushes, and a Sword of the same.
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No Caesar more happy, triumphing in Fame.
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My Hook was my Scepter, my Club was my Sword;
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My Scrip was my purse; these laid on the Board
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I presided in Council, o're my Loyal Band;
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My Serjants and Macers were still at Command.
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And thou my sweet Princess, how lovely's they Grace?
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Thy Mantle of Cyprus, and Gown of the Grass;
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Thy Bracelets of Dazies, with the Buds of the Rose;
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Never Nimph was so charming amongst her proud shows.
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We kissed, embraced, and never had done,
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From rising to setting, and rising of Sun:
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If the day had been a Year, we never had pain:
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Call back the sweet time, dear Phillis again.
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