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I.
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.
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II.
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.
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III.
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.
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IV.
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.
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V.
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?
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VI.
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.
– Old Songs.
