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 Then all the tormy winter day His flock he doth attend, With chearful heart and willing mind, The tedious hours doth pend.

The tormy winter doth pas o’er, The pring-time it doth come, April it is the month alo, Ewes brings forth their young.

He ries early with the un, While doth the mall birds ing, For to attend his ewes and lambs, Till Phœbus evening bring.

Such pleaant muic fills his ear, The bleating lambs alo, The ewes doth anwer them again, By bleating as they go.

When ev’ry brae’s with verdure clad Of pleaant flowr’s that pring, He its him down to take a ret, A pleaant song to ing.

Altho’ of gold and money cant, He's cheerful and content, For