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 Then all the pleaant ummer day , The herd his flock doth keep, And while that others toil and drudge, The hepherd feeds his heep.

And when the heathers in the bloom, All round about him teers, The buy bees with humming drone, In un-hine days he hears.

The hepherd may employ his hand, Or yet his mind employ, Contemplating his Maker’s works, Or books he may enjoy.

And when the year is crowned full, Then winter doth draw near, He doth prepare himelf alo, With tar his flock to mear.

To kill the keds and vermin then, And keep them warm alo, Thro’ cold and froty winter nights When tormy winds do blow.

A hort hint of the hepherd here, A hearty lad is he, Of all the wight and upple lads The hepherd bears the gree.