Luckidad's garland, or, When my old hat was new (2)/The fickle Shepherd
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A New Scots Song.
BECAUSE the fickle ſhepherds gone.
to win ſome other fair,
Don't think that I'll be left alone,
to prey to ſpleen and care.
Whilſt here he ſtay'd my heart was glad;
no other ſwain was dear,
But ſince he cannot now be had
he is not worth a tear.
To plaintive ſtreams I'll never go,
nor hant the dreary grove;
I was not born to yeild to woe,
nor die for flighted love,
By Strephon's falſehood thus ſet free,
I am myſelf again.
F I N I S.