1
Young Willy once liv’d in a peaceful vale,
And had nothing to touch him with sorrow;
He tended his sheep, and he told his tale,
And as yesterday, so was his morrow:
Yet no moment could he measure
By the traces of pleasure,
He sigh’d, he knew not wherefore,
“Oh how dull is a lone shepherd’s life!”
He sigh’d, he knew not wherefore,
“Oh! how dull is a lone shepherd’s life!”
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But Willy at last knew a Damsel fair,
Who dispell’d his sad fancies by smiling;
And his bosom was fill’d with pleasing care,
Ev’ry thought into rapture beguiling:
Now each moment can he measure
By the traces of pleasure,
He sigh’d, he knew not wherefore,
’Twas that Lizzy might soon be his Wife!
He sigh’d, he knew not wherefore,
“Oh! how dull is a lone shepherd’s life!”