| Lyrics: | 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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