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 :He followed her home, ſaying, Sweet fair, Pity a lover that is in deſpair; For 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 thy charms are ſo ſweet, Will cauſe the great monarch to fall at thy feet.


 * The ſhepherdeſs then invited him in,

But now afreſh ſorrows  begin: The garland of flowers being took from her head, He knew ’twas his love he thought had been dead.


 * His love-ſick heat he ſoon did abate.

But he unto her no notice did take: Quoth he to himſelf, ſince it is thee I ere to-morrow your butcher will be.


 * They parted that night the next morning to meet,

In the ſweet paſture where ſhe kept her ſheep, And the next morning juſt as the ſun roſe. This perjured wretch to the Shepherdeſs goes;


 * No one being there, he to her did ſay,

Come madam, ſtrip off that gaudy array; As I’m come ſo for an harlot to ſee, I am reſolved your butcher to be.


 * Can’ſt thou be ſo cruel, to him ſhe did ſay.

My innocent life thus to take away? What harm my dear jewel, have I done to thee, The crime it was yours in deluding of me.