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Houghton Library - Hazlitt EC65
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The Sheepherd's Mirth.
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WHen Phaebus was just riseing
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It was one Morning fair
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In the month of May so pleasent
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I went to take the Air
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A fair Sheepherdess I espy'd
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A sitting in a grove
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All alone making moan
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For the loss of her true Love
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Long I had not stayd there
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Before the Nymphs and Swains
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They quickly did surround her
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In a most glorious train
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Saying fairest of Creatures
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No longer now complain
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Ne'er be sad for the Lad
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That is gone over the Main
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That ne'er will bring him over
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So now lets merry be
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Who knows by Fortune once may turn
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And bring him safe to thee
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But for the preasent we'll be merry
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In this pleasent grove
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Be content ne'er lament
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For the loss of him you love
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Fair Creature do you Remember,
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This is the month of May
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In the Begining of the next
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It is your Loves Birth Day
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So now Let us be merry
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And pass the time away
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In this grove, what we Love
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For it is our Holliday.
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Then with sweet Fragrant Flowers
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A Garland they did make
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To Crown the Sheeperdess so fair
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Such Labour they did take
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To pick the whitest blossom
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That grew upon the thron
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Happy Day they did say
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that our Sheepherdess was born
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Soon as the Sheepherdess was Crown'd,
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Wirh those sweet Flowers gay
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She straitway then took up her Flute
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And sweetly did play
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Why should not I be merry
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Now in the month of may
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On my Flute to salute
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the Sheepherd's Holliday
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Many years has he been from me
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His absence I have mourn'd
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But yet I hope that once again
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To me he will return
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So now I will be merry
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And sweetly I will play
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On my Flute to Salute
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The Sheepherd's Holliday
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The Lambs did Skip and caper
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All things seem'd to rejoyce
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The Nymphs did sing likewise the Swains
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With one united Voice
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This is the Sheepherd's Holliday
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The next it is in June
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We will play on that Day
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When the White Rose is in Bloom
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London: Printed by W. Fowler, at the Ditch Side.
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