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John Stafford Smith
(1750 - 1836)

Stay, shepherd stay
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Between 1763 and 1794 Thomas Warren published, through differing publishers, an annual collection of catches, canons and glees, under the aegis of the Catch Club. This item was published in the eleventh collection.
Lyrics: ? Carew
Stay, shepherd stay, I prithee stay,
Did you not see her go this way?
Where can she be? Can you not guess?
Alas, I've lost my shepherdess.
I fear some satyr has betray'd
My wand'ring nymph out of the shade,
O woe is me I am undone
For in the shade she was my sun.
The pink, the violet and the rose
Strive to salute her as she goes,
May be content to kiss her shoe
The primrose and the daisy too.
O woe is me what must I do,
Or who must I complain unto?
Methinks the valleys cry "Forbear",
And sighing say "she is not here"..
Stay, shepherd stay, I prithee stay,
Did you not see her go this way?
Where can she be? Can you not guess?
Alas, I've lost my shepherdess.
I fear some satyr has betray'd
My wand'ring nymph out of the shade,
O woe is me I am undone
For in the shade she was my sun.
The pink, the violet and the rose
Strive to salute her as she goes,
May be content to kiss her shoe
The primrose and the daisy too.
O woe is me what must I do,
Or who must I complain unto?
Methinks the valleys cry "Forbear",
And sighing say "she is not here"..