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HEPHERDS I have loſt my love,
 * have you ſeen my Anna,

Pride of every ſhady grove,
 * upon the Banks of Banna,

I for her my home forſook,
 * near yon miſty mountain;

Left my flocks, my pipe, my crook,
 * greenwood, ſhade, and fountain.

Never ſhall I ſee them more,
 * until her returning,

All the joys of life are o'er;
 * from gleadneſs [sic] chang'd to mourning.

Whither is my charmor flown;
 * ſhepherds! tell me whither,

Ah! woe for me, perhaps ſhe's gone,
 * for ever and for ever.

ENEATH a green ſhade, a lovaly [sic] ſwain
 * One ev'ning, reclin'd, to diſcover his pain;

So ſaid, yet ſo ſweetly, he warbl'd his woe, The wind ceas'd to breath, and the fountain to flow; Rude winds, with compaſſion, could hear him complain; Yet Chloe, leſs gentle was deaf to his ſtrain.


 * How happy he cry'd the moments on ce [sic] flow,

E'er Choloe's [sic] bright charms firſt flash'd in my view. Theſe eyes, then with pleaſure, the dawn could ſurvey,
 * ſmil'd the fair morning more chearfed hart they.