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Y ſheep I neglected, I loſt my ſheephook,

And all the gay haunts of my youth I forſook;

No more for Amynta freſh garlands I wove,

For ambition, I ſaid, would ſoon cure me of love.

O what had my youth with ambition to do?

Why left I Amynta? why broke I'my vow?

O give me my fheep, and my ſheephook reſtore,

I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.

Through regions remote in vain do I rove,

And bid the wide ocean ſecure me from love:

O fool! to imagine that ought can ſubdue

A love ſo well founded, a paſſion ſo true. O, &c.

Alas I 'tis too late at thy fate to repine,

Poor ſhepherd! Amynta no more can be thine:

Thy tears are all fruitleſs, thy wiſhes are vain,

The moments neglected return not again.

O what had my youth with ambition to do?

Why left I Amynta? Why broke I my vow?

O give me my ſheep, and my fheephook reſtore,

I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.

HE terrible lay when it faſtens its paw,

on a poor man, it grips him till he's undone;

And what I am doing may prove to my ruin,

tho' rich as the Lord Mayor of London.

Therefore I'll be wary what meſſage I carry,

unleſs we firſt make a ſure zure bargain:

I will be demonified, thorowly ſatisfied,

that ch'an ſhan't zuffer a varding.