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Text divider from 'The Humble Beggar', a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802

AMYNTA'S BROKEN VOW.

My sheep I neglected, I lost my sheephook,And all the gay haunts of my youth I forsook;No more for Amynta fresh garlands I wove,For ambition, I said, would soon cure me of love.

Chorus.O what had my youth with ambition to do?Why left I Amynta? why broke I'my vow?O give me my fheep, and my sheephook restore,I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.

Through regions remote in vain do I rove,And bid the wide ocean secure me from love:O fool! to imagine that ought can subdue A love so well founded, a passion so true. O, &c.

Alas I 'tis too late at thy fate to repine,Poor shepherd! Amynta no more can be thine:Thy tears are all fruitless, thy wishes are vain,The moments neglected return not again.O what had my youth with ambition to do?Why left I Amynta? Why broke I my vow? O give me my sheep, and my sheephook restore,I'll wander from love and Amynta no more.

Text divider from 'The Humble Beggar', a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802

THE TERRIBLE LAW.

The terrible lay when it fastens its paw,on a poor man, it grips him till he's undone;And what I am doing may prove to my ruin,tho' rich as the Lord Mayor of London.Therefore I'll be wary what message I carry,unless we first make a sure zure bargain:I will be demonified, thorowly satisfied,that ch'an shan't zuffer a varding.