THE Royal Shepherd's Happy Life.  
To the Tune of, The Yellow-haired Laddie: Or, Jenney Milking the Ewes,  

(1)  
HOw sweet was the time when we keeped our Flocks  
In Shades of the Mountains, and Coverts of Rocks?  
How sweet were our Nights? how pleasant our Days?  
When we sing till we slept, and piped when we raise.   

(2)  
Green Turf was our Bed, and for Breakfast we did  
The Acorn and Earth-nut, and Salad provide:  
We drank others Healths in the murmuring Stream,  
And chanted our Notes to Phillis her Name,   

(3)  
How Glorious was I, when dressed by thy Hands,  
With a Crown made of Laurel, and Bays of green Wands;  
With a Robe made of Rushes, and a Sword of the same.  
No Caesar more happy, triumphing in Fame.   

(4)  
My Hook was my Sceptre, my Club was my Sword;  
My Scrip was my purse; these laid on the Board  
I presided in Council, o'er my Loyal Band;  
My Sergeants and Macers were still at Command.   

(5)  
And thou my sweet Princess, how lovely's they Grace?  
Thy Mantle of Cyprus, and Gown of the Grass;  
Thy Bracelets of Daisies, with the Buds of the Rose;  
Never Nymph was so charming amongst her proud shows;   

(6)  
We kissed, embraced, and never had done,  
From rising to setting, and rising of Sun;  
If the day had been a Year, we never had pain:  
Call back the sweet time, dear Phillis again.   
FINIS.