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THE SHEPHERD:

A SONG. Translated from the French.

It rains, it rains, my fair,
Come drive your white sheep fast:
To shelter quick repair,
Haste, shepherdess, make haste.
I hear—the water pours,
With patt'ring on the vines:
See here! see here! it lours—
See there the lightning shines.
The thunder dost thou hear?
Loud roars the rushing storm:
Take (while we run, my dear)
Protection from my arm.
I see our cot, ah hold!
Mamma and sister Nance,
To open our sheep-fold,
Most cheerily advance.
God bless my mother dear,
My sister Nancy too!
I bring my sweet-heart here,
To sleep to-night with you.
Go, dry yourself, my friend,
And make yourself at home—
Sister, on her attend:
Come in, sweet lambkins, come.—
Mamma, let's take good care
Of all her pretty sheep;
Her little lamb we'll spare
More straw whereon to sleep.