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SHEPHERD LUBIN.
I.
Young Lubin was a shepherd boy,
Who watch’d a rigid master’s sheep,
And many a night was heard to sigh,
And many a day was seen to weep:
II.
For not a lambkin e’er was lost,
Or wether stray’d to field remote;
But Lubin ever was to blame,
Nor careful he, nor penn’d his cote.
III.
Yet not a trustier lad was known,
To climb the promontory’s brow;
Nor yet a tenderer heart e’er beat,
Beside the brook in vale below.
IV.
From him stern winter’s drifting snow,
Its pelting sleet, or frost severe;
Or scorching summer’s sultry ray,
Ne’er forc’d a murmur, or a tear.
V.
For ah! the varying seasons had
To ev’ry hardship form’d his frame;
Tho’ still his tender feeling heart,
By nature nurs’d, remain’d the same.
