A PASTORAL.

Oh! tell me ye shepherds, tell me I pray,

Have you seen the fair Jessie pass by this way?

You ne'er could forget her, if once you had seen,

She's fair as the morning, she moves like a Queen.

My sheep are neglected, my crook's thrown aside,

In pursuit of dear Jessie, sweet Jessie, my bride;

I hear nothing of her, no tidings can glean,

To _see_ is to _know_ her, she moves like a Queen.

Say, have you seen her? oh, pity my grief!

Speak _quick_, and impart me the needful relief;

You cannot forget her, if once you have seen,

She's lovely as Venus, she moves like a Queen.

Have you not seen her?--then listen I pray,

Oh! listen to what a poor shepherd can say

In the praise of one ne'er so lovely was seen;

She's youthful as Hebe, she moves like a Queen.

She's fair as the Spring in the mild month of May,

She's brilliant as June decked in flowerets so gay;

You ne'er could forget her if once you had seen,

She's charming as Flora, she moves like a Queen.

Oh! tell me not Damon, that yours can compare

To Jessie, sweet Jessie, with beauty so rare;

With a face of such sweetness, so modest a mien,

She's like morn in its freshness, she moves like a Queen.

You tell me your Sylvia is beautiful quite;

She may be, when Jessie is kept out of sight;

She is not to be mentioned with Jessie, I ween,

Her voice is sweet music, she moves like a Queen.

Then name not your Sylvia with Jessie I pray,

'Tis comparing dark night with the fair light of day;

Sylvia's movements are clumsy, and awkwardly seen,

But Jessie is graceful, she moves like a Queen.

Menalaus' fair wife, for beauty far famed,

By the side of my Jessie is not to be named;

Paris ne'er had woo'd Helen, if Jessie he'd seen,

She's chaste as Diana, she moves like a Queen.

Oh! aid me, do aid me, ye shepherds, I pray!

The time is fast flying, no longer I'll stay;

You cannot mistake her, there's none like her seen,

She's lovely as Venus, she moves like a Queen.

Do help me to find her, I'm wild with affright,

The day passes swiftly, it soon will be night;

There's none to compare with her, none like her seen,

_More_ lovely than Venus, she moves like a Queen.

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