Classic Poem

By love and fortune guided,
I quit the busy town;
With cot and sheep provided,
And vestments of a clown.

Thus have I barter'd riches
For a shepherd's little stock;
A crook to leap o'er ditches,
And well to climb each rock:
A faithful dog, my steps to guide,
A scrip and hautboy by my side,
And my horn, to give the alarm,
When wolves would harm
My flock.

II.

Ah, say then, who can blame me?
For beauty 'tis I roam;
But, if the chase should tame me,
Perhaps I may come home.
Till then I'll g've up riches, &c.