English poem
BALLAD. (By love and fortune guided)
by Anonymous
By love and fortune guided, I quit the busy town; With cot and sheep provided, And vestments of a clown.
Thus have I barter'd riches For a shepherd's little stock; A crook, to leap o'er ditches, And well to climb each rock; A faithful dog, my steps to guide, A scrip and hautboy by my side; And my horn, to give the alarm When wolves would harm My flock.
Ah, say then, who can blame me? For beauty 'tis I roam; But, if the chase should tame me, Perhaps I may come home. 'Till then I'll give up riches, &c.
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