The Shepherd Boy

Once friends I had, but ah! too soon, Death rob'd me of my parents dear, Left me to mourn my wretched doom, And wander friendless in despair; Forlorn o'er hills and dales I rov'd, Depriv'd of ev'ry earthly joy, At length a swain, by pity mov'd, Made me an humble Shepherd's Boy.

Soon as I view the dawn of day, To flow'ry plains my flocks I lead, And whilst for food my Lambkins stray, On some lone bank I tune my reed, Did those who bathe in seeming bliss, Once taste the sweets that I enjoy, They'd wish for humble happiness, And envy me the Shepherd Boy.

When down the Western Sky the Sun, Descends to gladden Eastern climes, 'Tis then my daily toil is done, And I to rest repair betimes; In rustic garb 'tis true I'm clad, Yet nothing does my peace annoy, And tho' my fortune is but sad, Still heaven may bless the Shepherd Boy.