SHEPHERD OF THE DOWNS



A shepherd of the downs, being weary of his port

Retired to the hills where he used to resort

In want of refreshment, he laid himself down

He wanted no riches nor wealth from the crown



He drank of the cold brook, he ate of the tree

Himself he did enjoy, of all sorrow he was free

He valued no girl, be she ever so fair

No pride or ambition, he valued no care



As he was a walking one evening so clear

A heavenly sweet voice sounded soft in his ear

He stood like a post, not one step could he move

He knew not what ailed him, but thought it was love



He beheld a young damsel, a fair modest maid

She had something amiss and disguised in her face

Disguised in her face, she unto him did say

"How now, Master Shepherd, how come you this way?"



The shepherd replied and modestly said

"I never was surprised before at a maid

When first you beheld me, from sorrow I was free

But now you have stolen my poor heart away"



He took her by the hand and this he did say

"We will get married, pretty Betsy, today"

So to the church they did go and were married, we hear

And now he'll enjoy pretty Betsy, his dear



@love @courtship

recorded by Bob and Ron Copper

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