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(303) Page 291 - How blest are shepherds, how happy their lasses
Pleasant and Diver tive.
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HOW blest are Shepherds, how happy their Lasses,
While Drums and Trumpets are sounding
Alarms !
Over our lowly sheds all the Storms passes,
And when we Die, 'tis in each others Arms :
All the Day on our Herds and Flocks employing,
All the Night on our Flutes, and in enjoying.
All the Day, &c.
Bright Nymphs of Britain, with Graces attended,
Let not your days without Pleasure expire ;
Honour's but empty, and when Youth is ended,
All Men will praise you, but none will desire :
Let not Youth fly away without Contenting,
Age will come time enough, for your Repenting.
Let not Youth, &c.
A SONG.
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