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Young Jemmy :
O  R
The Princely Shepheard.

Being a most pleasant and delightful New Song.

In blest Arcadia where each Shepherd feeds,
His numerous flocks, and tunes on slender reeds;
His song of love, while the fair nimphs trip round,
The chief amongst 'um was young Jemmy found:

For he with glances could enslave each heart,
But fond Ambition made him to depart ;
The Fields to Court, led on by such as sought
To blast his Vertues, which much sorrow brought.

To a pleasant New Play-house Tune.  Or, In January last, Or, The Gowlin.

YOung Jemmy was a Lad,
of Royal Birth and Breeding :
With every Beauty clad,
and every Swain exceeding.
A Face and shape so wondrous fine,
so charming every part :
That every Lass upon the Green,
for Jemmy had a heart.

In Jemmy's powerful Eyes
young Gods of Love are playing,
And on his face there lies
a thousand smiles betraying.
But Oh he dances with a grace,
none like him e're was seen :
No God that ever fancied was,
had so divine a mean.

To Jemmy every Swain
did lowly deft his Bonnet :
And every Lass did strain,
to prase him in her Sonnet:
The pride of all the Youths he was,
the glory of the Groves :
The pleasure of each tender Lass,
and theam of all their Loves.

BUt Oh unlucky fate,
ah Curse upon Ambition:
The busie Fops of State,
have ruin'd his condition :
For glittering hope he left his shade,
his glorious hours are gone :
By flattering Fools and Knaves betray'd
poor Jemmy is undone.

Then Jemmy none more kind,
and courteous had been ever :
Thinking the like to find,
but he as yet did never :
For the false Swains that lead him forth
to expectations high :
Design'd but to Eclipse his worth,
brave Jemmy to out-vye.

But Jemmy saw not this,
when in the Groves delighting :
Nor thought to tread amiss,
at such a fair inviting.
But Jemmy as mistaken there,
for he was led astray :
Whilst each kind Swain and Nymph so fair,
for Jemmy sigh'd all day.

For Jemmy's, loss the streams
ran hoarse as if with mourning :
The Birds forgat their Leams
and Flowers so late adoring.
The pleasant Plains hung down their heads,
as bearing part o'th grief:
And wishing he had longer staid,
but Jemmy'd no belief.

For Jemmy's strutting vains,
with youthful blood were flowing,
Which made him raise his strains,
to his almost undoing.
Though each kind Villager did pray
he would again return :
And tread still in the pleasant Way,
but Jemmy it did scorn.

For Jemmy in fierce Arms,
more then his Crook delighting :
Despis'd the Wood-Nymphs charms,
that were so much inviting.
And dreams of digging Trenches deep,
storming each Fort and Town ;
Ambition still disturb'd his sleep,
whilst Jemmy sought renown.

But Jemmy now may see,
that he was led to ruine,
By such as glad would be
of his utter undoing.
Yet that his Wandrings he'd retrieve,
the wishes of the Swains :
And in Arcadia happy liv'd,
where his great Father reigns.

       F I N I S.

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-ball
 in West-smithfield.
 
 
 
 
 

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