Fayre Doue and Darwine cleere
Boast yee your beauties,
To Trent your Mistres here 300
Yet pay your duties,
My Loue was higher borne
Tow’rds the full Fountaines,
Yet she doth Moorland scorne,
And the Peake Mountaines;
Nor would she none should dreame,
Where she abideth,
Humble as is the streame,
Which by her slydeth,
Cho. On thy Bancke, 310
In a Rancke,
Let thy Swannes sing her,
And with their Musicke,
Along let them bring her.

Yet my poore Rusticke Muse,
Nothing can moue her,
Nor the means I can vse,
Though her true Louer: 
Many a long Winters night,
Haue I wak’d for her, 320
Yet this my piteous plight,
Nothing can stirre her. 
All thy Sands siluer Trent
Downe to the Humber,
The sighes I haue spent
Neuer can number. 
Cho. On thy Banke
In a Ranke,
Let thy Swans sing her
And with their Musicke 330
Along let them bring her.

Taken with this suddaine Song,
Least for mirth when he doth look
His sad heart more deeply stong,
Then the former care he tooke. 
At their laughter and amaz’d,
For a while he sat aghast
But a little hauing gaz’d,
Thus he them bespake at last. 
Is this time for mirth (quoth he) 340
To a man with griefe opprest,
Sinfull wretches as you be,
May the sorrowes in my breast,
Light vpon you one by one,
And as now you mocke my woe,
When your mirth is turn’d to moane;
May your like then serue you so. 

    When one Swaine among the rest

Thus him merrily bespake,
Get thee vp thou arrant beast 350
Fits this season loue to make? 
Take thy Sheephooke in thy hand,
Clap thy Curre and set him on,
For our fields ’tis time to stand,
Or they quickly will be gon. 
Rougish Swinheards that repine
At our Flocks, like beastly Clownes,
Sweare that they will bring their Swine,
And will wroote vp all our Downes: 
They their Holly whips haue brac’d, 360
And tough Hazell goades haue gott;
Soundly they your sides will baste,
If their courage faile them not. 
Of their purpose if they speed,
Then your Bagpypes you may burne,
It is neither Droane nor Reed
Shepheard, that will serue your turne: 
Angry OLCON sets them on,
And against vs part doth take
Euer since he was out-gone, 370
Offring Rymes with us to make. 
Yet if so our Sheepe-hookes hold,
Dearely shall our Downes be bought,
For it neuer shall be told,
We our Sheep-walkes sold for naught. 
And we here haue got vs Dogges,
Best of all the Westerne breed,
Which though Whelps shall lug their Hogges,
Till they make their eares to bleed: 
Therefore Shepheard come away. 380
When as DORILVS arose,
Whistles Cut-tayle from his play,
And along with them he goes.