the gentle shepherd a scotch pastoral
I'm born, O Patie, to an adverse fate! I'm born to strive with hardships sad and great. Tempests may cease to dash the rolling flood, The rav'n and fox to long for lambkin's blood: But I, opprest with never-ending grief, Must still despair of lighting on relief.
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