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<DATE>2008-06-05</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080514.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Shepherds Glory: OR,</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L>A plea&s;ant Song o'th Shepherd Swain,</L>
<L>Who feed their Flocks upon the plain</L>
<L>Who&s;e Arms and Honour far out-&s;hines</L>
<L>The Coe&s;ar's and great Con&s;tantines.</L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>True love rewarded with loyalty:</HI> Or, <HI>Flora Farewel.</HI></OPENER>
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<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<LG>
<L>Now I am in a merry vein,</L>
<L>I'le &s;ing about the Shepherd Swain;</L>
<L>Who night and day the Fields do keep,</L>
<L>To wait upon the flocks of Sheep.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Royal Tombs &s;ome of them lye,</L>
<L>And are of great Antiquity:</L>
<L>Their Ancientry quite out doth run,</L>
<L>To Father <HI>Adams</HI> &s;econd Son,</L>
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<LG>
<L>Who though he was by's Brother &s;lain,</L>
<L>Yet fir&s;t he was a Shepherd Swain;</L>
<L>Who did a Lamb to'th Alter bring,</L>
<L>And made it his burnt Offering.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Lamb was innocent from harms,</L>
<L>And thence became the Shepherds Arms:</L>
<L>The ignorant do little know,</L>
<L>The Royal E&s;cutcheons they can &s;how.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>The Second part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>The next man that i'th field appears,</L>
<L>Was <HI>Abraham</HI> with his Ram i'th briers,</L>
<L>But if he lead them in the Hain,</L>
<L>A Whi&s;tle brings them back again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And <HI>Jacob</HI> gain'd the Cherubim,</L>
<L>When th' Angel was o'recome by him:</L>
<L>Where like a Prince he did prevail,</L>
<L>And chang'd his name to <HI>I&s;rael.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Knitter and the Taylor too,</L>
<L>Without the Fleece can little do:</L>
<L>Were it not for the Shepherd Swain,</L>
<L>The Wheel and Loom were made in vain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> brought the Bu&s;h on fire,</L>
<L>And joyn'd to <HI>Abrahams</HI> Ram i'th Brier:</L>
<L>And <HI>Judah</HI> Father of the Kings,</L>
<L>The mighty Couching Lyon brings.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Bear and Lyon both were &s;lain,</L>
<L>When <HI>David</HI> was a Shepherd &s;wain:</L>
<L>Three Shepherds came from Ea&s;t &s;o far,</L>
<L>Their onely guide the Shepherds &s;tar.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The&s;e were the tydings they did bring,</L>
<L>To <HI>I&s;rael</HI> is born a King:</L>
<L>And <HI>David</HI> us'd the &s;taff and &s;ling,</L>
<L>Before that he was <HI>Iudah's</HI> King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when he had <HI>Goliah</HI> &s;tain,</L>
<L>He left tho&s;e Army to'th &s;hepherd &s;wain:</L>
<L>Which in tho&s;e days were of Renown,</L>
<L>When <HI>Mo&s;es</HI> &s;purn'd at <HI>Pharoahs</HI> Crown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And left the Court and took the Fields,</L>
<L>Which braver &s;port and plea&s;ure yields:</L>
<L>Which are be&s;trew'd with plea&s;ant flowers,</L>
<L>And are bedew'd with Chry&s;tal &s;howers.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which makes their Beauty to excell,</L>
<L>And &s;end forth a mo&s;t fragrant &s;mell:</L>
<L>Where Nightingales i'th Bu&s;hes &s;ing,</L>
<L>For to &s;alute the early &s;pring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where towering Larks do &s;oar on high,</L>
<L>In con&s;ort, making Melody:</L>
<L>Where Chanting Birds i'th woods do &s;ing</L>
<L>Which makes the hallow Vallies ring.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where flocks of &s;heep &s;taight on the dounds,</L>
<L>And &s;hepherds guide and keep their bounds:</L>
<L>And lead them into Valleys green,</L>
<L>Where chry&s;tial &s;treams, the hills between.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Do trickle down and freely &s;pring,</L>
<L>Which makes the &s;hepherd &s;wains to &s;ing:</L>
<L>A Horned &s;heep a Bell doth Ring,</L>
<L>And guides the re&s;t much like a King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And from the hot and &s;corching Sun,</L>
<L>The Groves do &s;hade the flock at Noon:</L>
<L>The Shepherd with his Pipe and Reed,</L>
<L>Makes Melody, while they do feed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Box of Tar a Dog doth bear,</L>
<L>Which is for Sheep an Oyntment rare:</L>
<L>The u&s;e whereof all Shepherds know,</L>
<L>Therefore in vain the Fly doth blow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though Fro&s;t and &s;now do pinch with cold,</L>
<L>The Shepherd will not leave his Fold:</L>
<L>And carefully his flock doth feed,</L>
<L>But doth &s;upply what el&s;e they need.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And while the Ews do eat their Hay,</L>
<L>The Lambs do frisk about and play:</L>
<L>The Shepherd's pleas'd for to behold,</L>
<L>The Lambs a dancing round the Fold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>None with the Shepherd may compare,</L>
<L>For u&s;eful and &s;ub&s;tantial Ware:</L>
<L>Tis with the Fleece that Women Spin,</L>
<L>And &s;o the Weaving trade comes in.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now Shepherds I leave you all,</L>
<L>To him that doth and ever &s;hall;</L>
<L>Who can alone in &s;afety keep,</L>
<L>The plea&s;ant Shepherds and their Sheep.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the <HI>Golden-Ball,</HI> near the <HI>Ho&s;pital-gate,</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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