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John Stanley
(1712 - 1786)
Leave me, shepherd
(Song)
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Leave me, shepherd
(Song)
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From "Calliope or English Harmony. A Collection of the most celebrated English and Scots songs", London, 1746, titled The Cautious Maid. Many of the songs from this collection were probably composed for the London pleasure gardens, particularly Vauxhall.
Lyrics: Anon
Leave me, shepherd, leave me,
Give o'er your artful wiles;
Ev'ry look deceives me,
And ev'ry word beguiles.
If I yield, you sure will fly,
I must repent and mourn:
Shepherd, 'tis too soon to try
What 'tis to be forlorn.
Why are you pursuing
To urge me to my fate,
To contrive my ruin,
And prove yourself ingrate?
If I yield, you sure will fly,
I must repent and mourn:
Still I can't forbear to try
What 'tis to be forlorn.
Joys which lovers borrow
Some few sweet moments make;
Years of grief and sorrow
They in exchange must take.
It is madness to be wise,
When Cupid bends his bow;
Ev'ry sense then open lies
To entertain the foe.
Leave me, shepherd, leave me,
Give o'er your artful wiles;
Ev'ry look deceives me,
And ev'ry word beguiles.
If I yield, you sure will fly,
I must repent and mourn:
Shepherd, 'tis too soon to try
What 'tis to be forlorn.
Why are you pursuing
To urge me to my fate,
To contrive my ruin,
And prove yourself ingrate?
If I yield, you sure will fly,
I must repent and mourn:
Still I can't forbear to try
What 'tis to be forlorn.
Joys which lovers borrow
Some few sweet moments make;
Years of grief and sorrow
They in exchange must take.
It is madness to be wise,
When Cupid bends his bow;
Ev'ry sense then open lies
To entertain the foe.