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IN the county of Exeter there lived a squire, And he had a daughter most beautiful and fair, And she lov'd a shepherd below her degree, Which caused her ruin and sad misery.

When her father came to know it, his passion hot, And with a loaded pistol the young shepherd And as he lay bleeding this young lady came Which caused her to weep and to cry bitterly.

O cursed be the gold my true love now slain, My joys they are transported to sorrow and O yes says the shepherd none can my life save, But a wonder you'll see when I'm laid in the

The flocks that I feed my own share is but small They are fifteen in number, they feed on yon hill My dear they'll attend you wherever you go, They'll be companions thro' the hail, wind and

She has ta'en up his crook, his cloak and his Like a faithful young shepherd to the valley stray'd,