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 The lovely ſhepherdeſs turning her eyes She quickly knew him to her great ſurpriſe. But ſtill who ſhe was little does know, At length to her cottage ſhe home did repair

He followed her home ſaying my lovely fair, O pity a lover that’s now in diſpair, For by the glance of your lovely eyes My lovd ſick heart is fill’d with ſurpriſe,

Sir you ſeem a perſon of noble degree, And I’m a poor ſhepherdeſs as you may ſee, Talk not dear creature they charms are ſo ſweet Which cauſes me thus to bow at your feet,

The ſhepherd invited her to come in And then all her ſorrows after did begin, Her graland of flowers belog off from her head He knew’t was his lover whom he thought was dead

His love ſick paſſion on it then did abete, But ſtill unto her no notice did take Said he to his ſelf ſinee I find it is thee I’m fully reſolved thy butcher to be,

They parted that night next morning to meet In the pleaſent valley where ſhe keeped her ſheep But the next morning juſt as the ſun roſe, This perjured wretch to the ſhepherdneſs goes,

No foul being near he to her did ſay Come madam ſling off your grand array Since I’m come ſo far a harlot to ſee, I am now reſolved your butcher to be.