The Shepherd Adonis, pp.123-124.

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THE shepherd Adonis 

Being weary’d with sport, 

He for a retirement 

To the woods did resort. 

He threw by his club, 

And he laid himself down; 

He envy’d no monarch, 

Nor wish’d for a crown. 



He drank of the burn, 

And he ate frae the tree, 

Himself he enjoy’d, 

And frae trouble was free. 

He wish’d for no nymph, 

Tho’ never fae fair, 

Had nae love or ambition, 

And therefore no care. 



But as he lay thus, 

In an ev’ning sae clear, 

A heavenly sweet voice 

Sounded saft in his ear; 

Which came frae a shady 

Green neighbouring grove, 

Where bony Amynta 

Sar singing of love. 



He wander’d that way, 

And found wha was there, 

He was quite confounded 

To see her fae fair: 

He stood like a statue, 

Not a foot cou’d he move, 

Nor knew he what griev’d him; 

But he fear’d it was love. 



The nymph she beheld him 

With a kind modest grace, 

Seeing something that pleased her 

Appear in his face, 

With blushing a little 

She to him did say, 

Oh shepherd! what want ye, 

How came you this way? 



His spirits reviving, 

He to her reply’d, 

I was ne’er sae surpris’d 

At the sight of a maid, 

Until I beheld thee 

From love I was free 

But now I’m tane captive, 

My fairest by thee. 

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