THE SHRUBS OF PARNASSUS, &c, SONG

One day o'er the green as I tript it along, A gentle young shepherd pass'd by, He tuned his pipe, and so sweet was his song, He made my poor heart for to sigh.

He called me back to sit by him a while; The swain I could scarcely deny, So sweetly he look'd! and he gave me a smile Which caus'd me still more for to sigh.

Then strait he came to me and proffer'd a kiss, At which I seem'd modest and shy; Yet I vow in my heart I was pleased at this, Tho' he made me to flutter and sigh.

He told me he lov'd me, and something beside, Which I must not repeat by th' bye, For fear the young shepherd my conduct should chide, And make me for ever to sigh.

He promis'd to take me next week to the fair, And many fine things he will buy, Both roses and ribbons to stick in my hair, Then who'll be so shewy as I.

And if that the swain should make me his wife, To please him all means I will try; I'll ever be faithful and constant for life, And virt'ous until that I die.