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 He little thought it was his love so true,

Men so much admire each beauty they view.

The charming Shepherdess turning her eyes,

Soon did know him, to her great surprize,

But yet who she was he did not know,

At length to her cottage he homeward did go.

He followed her home, saying, Sweet fair,

Pity a lover that is in dispair;

For by the glance of your charming eyes,

My love-sick heart is fill'd with surprize.

Sir, you seem a person of high degree,

And I a poor Shepherdess now as you see:

Talk not sweet creature, they charms are so sweet

Will cause the great monarch to fall at thy feet,

The Shepherdess then invited him in,

But now afresh her sorrows do begin:

The garland of flowers being took from her head

He knew 'twas his love he thought had been dead

His love-sick heart he soon did abate,

But he unto her no notice did take:

Quoth he to himself, since it is thee,

I 'ere tomorrow your butcher shall be.

They parted that night next morning to meet,

In the forest pasture, where she kept her sheep;

And the next morning just as the sun rose,

perjured wretch to the Shepherdess goes.