⟨When⟩ she came to the hill all the sheep to her came,
⟨All⟩ bleating aad treating her love to obtain.
⟨The⟩ old ram she call'd Andrew and Sally his dame
⟨Both⟩ Johnny and Charlotte knew their own name
⟨When⟩ she wanted to stay upon any green plain,
⟨She⟩ says you'll stay he e till I come again.
⟨With⟩ a humble submission they always do so,
⟨And⟩ when she long tarries they all mourning do go,
⟨With⟩ a hnmble submission they bleat in her face,
⟨Sure⟩ there not such a token in the whole human race.
⟨She⟩ wander'd thro' England, to Scotland she came,
⟨You⟩ true lover's controllers you see what's their doom,
⟨The⟩ shepherd's no more and her father soon dy'd,
⟨For⟩ the loss of his daughter and the murder beside.
⟨If I⟩ would return to my father's bright hall,
⟨I might⟩ live in splendour but that I ne'er will,
⟨She⟩ says I will wander till death end the strife,
⟨Lamenting⟩ for my shepherd all the days of my life.
THE BEWILDER'D MAID.
⟨SLOW⟩ broke the light and sweet breath'd the more,