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Farre in the countrey of Arden	A
There wond a knight hight Cassemen	A
as bolde as Isenbras	B
Fell was he and eger bent	C
In battell and in Tournament	D
as was the good sir Topas	B
He had as antique stories tell	E
A daughter cleaped Dowsabell	E
a mayden fayre and free	F
And for she was her fathers heire	F
Full well she was ycond the leyre	F
of mickle curtesie	B
The silke wel couth she twist and twine	A
And make the fine Marchpine	A
and with the needle werke	G
And she couth helpe the priest to say	B
His Mattens on a holyday	D
and sing a Psalme in Kirke	G
She ware a frocke of frolicke greene	A
Might well beseeme a mayden Queene	A
which seemly was to see	B
A hood to that so neat and fine	A
In colour like the colombine	A
ywrought full featously	E
Her feature all as fresh aboue	H
As is the grasse that grows by Doue	D
as lyth as lasse of Kent	D
Her skin as soft as Lemster wooll	E
As white as snow on peakish hull	E
or Swanne that swims in Trent	D
This mayden in a morne betime	I
Went forth when May was in her prime	I
to get sweet Cetywall	E
The hony suckle the Harlocke	G
The Lilly and the Lady smocke	G
to decke her summer hall	E
Thus as she wandred here and there	F
Ypicking of the bloomed Breere	F
she chanced to espie	J
A shepheard sitting on a bancke	G
Like Chanteclere he crowed crancke	G
and pip'd with merrie glee	E
He leard his sheepe as he him list	D
When he would whistle in his fist	D
to feede about him round	D
Whilst he full many a caroll sung	G
Vntill the fields and medowes rung	G
and that the woods did sound	D
In fauour this same shepheards swayne	A
Was like the bedlam Tamburlayne	A
which helde prowd Kings in awe	K
But meeke he was as Lamb mought be	E
Ylike that gentle Abel he	E
whom his lewd brother slaw	E
This shepheard ware a sheepe gray cloke	G
Which was of the finest loke	G
that could be cut with sheere	F
His mittens were of Bauzens skinne	A
His cockers were of Cordiwin	A
his hood of Meniueere	F
His aule and lingell in a thong	G
His tar boxe on his broad belt hong	G
his breech of Coyntrie blew	E
Full crispe and curled were his lockes	B
His browes as white as Albion rockes	B
so like a louer true	E
And pyping still he spent the day	D
So mery as the Popingay	G
which liked Dowsabell	E
That would she ought or would she nought	D
This lad would neuer from her thought	D
she in loue longing fell	E
At length she tucked vp her frocke	G
White as the Lilly was her smocke	G
she drew the shepheard nie	A
But then the shepheard pyp'd a good	D
That all his sheepe forsooke their foode	D
to heare his melodie	D
Thy sheepe quoth she cannot be leane	A
That haue a iolly shepheards swayne	A
the which can pipe so well	E
Yea but sayth he their shepheard may	D
Jf pyping thus he pine away	D
in loue of Dowsabell	E
Of loue fond boy take thou no keepe	J
Quoth she looke well vnto thy sheepe	J
lest they should hap to stray	D
Quoth he so had I done full well	E
Had I not seene fayre Dowsabell	E
come forth to gather Maye	D
With that she gan to vaile her head	D
Her cheekes were like the Roses red	D
but not a word she sayd	D
With that the shepheard gan to frowne	A
He threw his pretie pypes adowne	A
and on the ground him layd	D
Sayth she I may not stay till night	D
And leaue my summer hall vndight	D
and all for long of thee	A
My Coate sayth he nor yet my foulde	D
Shall neither sheepe nor shepheard hould	D
except thou fauour me	A
Sayth she yet leuer I were dead	D
Then I should lose my maydenhead	D
and all for loue of men	A
Sayth he yet are you too vnkind	D
If in your heart you cannot finde	D
to loue vs now and then	A
And J to thee will be as kinde	D
As Colin was to Rosalinde	D
of curtesie the flower	F
Then will I be as true quoth she	A
As euer mayden yet might be	A
vnto her Paramour	F
With that she bent her snowe white knee	A
Downe by the shepheard kneeled shee	A
and him she sweetely kist	D
With that the shepheard whoop'd for ioy	L
Quoth he ther's neuer shepheards boy	H
that euer was so blist	D

Michael Drayton

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