I'll die for no Spepherd, not I

When first on the plain I began to appear, And the shepherds to ogle and sigh, They call'd me their dear, their delight and their joy; But I heed no such nonsense, not I.

Not all their fine words, their flatt'ry and love, Tho' they swore, if I frown'd, they should die, Could bring me to like, to love or approve; For I heed no such nonsense, not I.

But now in my turn, I'm in love too, I find; Tho' believe I for grief should not die, Were Jemmy as false as the wav'ring wind; Oh! I heed no such nonsense, not I.

I think the lad likes me, and he may prove true; And if so, I will love till I die; But if he proves fickle, then I'll prove so too! Oh! I'll die for no shepherd, not I.