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Like fountains would run; crying, worst of men,
For your sake I ne'er will trust no man again.
But I will wander thro' vallies and groves
Be witness, heaven, how false is my love!
And still I must love him do all that I can,
I must be a slave to this perjured man.
Rich jewels and treasures she did provide,
Saying, now I will wander whatever betide;
And if my troubled heart does find any rest,
To live in a cottage I'll think myself blest.
So then from her parents away she did go,
Poor soul with a heart full of sorrow and woe.
Thro' lonesome fields and woods she did hie,
Then she a small cottage at length did espy.
It was a poor shepherd that in it did dwell,
Seeing the lady sit down near to his cell,
He welcom'd her in, and said sweet lady fair,
Pray what cruel fortune has driven you here?
Then into his cottage the lady did go,
His wife unto her great kindness did shew;
When she with the shepherd sometime had been,
Her riches and jewels she gave unto them,
And said, of this matter let no one know;
And to keep the sheep in the vallies I'll go,
The Wandering Sherpherdess you can me call,
Unfortunate love is the cause of my fall.
