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Tho ſhe to her parents did not ſeem ſurpiz'd,
When ſhe was alone tears flow‘d from her eyes,
Like fountains would run crying worſt: of all men
For your ſake I never will truſt men again.
But I will go wander thro' woods & thro' groves
Be witneſs ye heaven how falſe is my love,
And yet I muſt love him do all that I can,
I muſt: be a ſlave to this perjur'd young man,
Rich jewels and treaſure ſee then did provide.
Saying now I will wander whatever betide.
And if that my troubled heart can find reſt,
To live in a cottage I'd think myſelf bleſt
So then from her parents away he did go,
Poor ſoul with her heart full of ſorrow and woe,
Thro' lonely woot's and ſhades ſhe did hie
Till ſhe a ſmall cottage at length did eſpy.
It was a poor ſhepherd that in it did dwell.
Who ſeeing this lady fit down by his cell
Welcom her in ſaying ſweet lady fair,
Weat cruel fortune is it that drove you here,
Then into his cottage this lady did go,
The ſhepherd’s wife to her much kindneſs did ſhow
When ſhe for a time with the ſhepherd had been,
Her richs and jewes ſhe gave unto them.
Saying of this matte let no body know,
And to keep your ſheep in the valleys I’ll go,
The wandring ſhepherdeſs you ſhall me call,
For unhappy love is the cauſe of my fall.
