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Lubin was a shepherd boy, Who watch’d a rigid master’s sheep, And many a night was heard to sigh, And many a day was seen to weep:

For not a lambkin e’er was lost, Or wether stray’d to field remote; But Lubin ever was to blame, Nor careful he, nor penn’d his cote.

Yet not a trustier lad was known, To climb the promontory’s brow; Nor yet a tenderer heart e’er beat, Beside the brook in vale below.

From him stern winter’s drifting snow, Its pelting sleet, or frost severe; Or scorching summer’s sultry ray, Ne’er forc’d a murmur, or a tear.

For ah! the varying seasons had To ev’ry hardship form’d his frame; Tho’ still his tender feeling heart, By nature nurs’d, remain’d the same.