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Charming his oaten pipe unto
, in degree, Hight Hobbinol) gan thus to him areed :
15 Colin, my Life!: my. Life ! how great a loss Had all the shepherds' nation by thy lack? And I, poor swain ! of many greatest cross, That sith thy Muse first since thy turning, back Was heard to sound, as she was wont on high, 20 Hast made us all so blessed and so blythe. Whilst thou wast hence, all dead in, dole did lies The woods were heard to wail full many a sythe, And all their birds with silence to complain ; The fields with faded flowers did seem to mourn, 25 And all their flocks from feeding to refrain ; , The running waters wept for thy return, And all their fish with languor did lament But now both woods, and fields, and floods re
vive, Sith thou art come, their cause of merriment, 3@ That us late dead hast made again alive.
But were it not too painful to repeat
50 Hark, then, ye jolly shepherds ! to my song.' With that they all 'gan throng about him
55 6 One day (quoth he) I sate (as was my trade) Under the foot of Mole, that mountain hore, Keeping my sheep amongst the cooly shade Of the green alders by the Mulla's shore ;
There a strange shepherd chaunc'd to find me out, 6o
d me to play some pleasant fit;
cond) Himself as skilful in that art as any.
75 He pip’d, I sung; and when he şung I pipedy By change of turns each making other merry, Neither envying other, mor envied ; So, piped we until we both were weary."
There interrupting him, a bonny swain, 80 That Cuddy hight, bim thus atween, bespake i, " And should it not thy ready course restrain, I would request thee, Colin, for my, sake, To tell what thoy didst sing when he did play:; For well I ween it worth recounting was, Whether it were some hymn of moral lay, Or carol made to praise thy loved lass ?"
“ Nor of my love, nor of my lass,” quoth he; “ I then did sing, as then 'occasion fell; For love had me forlorn, forlorn of me,
That made me in that desárt choose to dwell; - But of my river Bregoģ’s love I song,
Which to the shiny Mulla he did bear,
“ Of fellowship,” said then that bonny boy, “ Record to us that lovely lay again, The stay whereof shall nought these ears annoy, Who all that Colin makes do covet fain."
“ Hearthen,"quoth he," the tenor of my tale, 100 In sort as I it to that shepherd told ; "No leasing new, nor grandame's fable stale, But antient truth, confirm’d with credence old. “ Old Father Molė, (Mole hight that mountain
gray' That walls the nortli-side of Armulla dale) 105 He had a daughter fresh as flower of May, Which gave that name ưnto that pleasant vale; Mulla, the daughter of old Mole, so hight The nymph, which of that water-course has charge, That springing out of Mole doth run down right 110 To Buttevant, where, spreading forth at large,
It giveth name unto that antient city
Whose cragged ruines breed great ruth and pity
Full fain she lov’d, and was belov’d full fain
130 That her good-will he got her first to wed ; But for her father, sitting still on high, Did warily still watch which way she went, And eke from far observ'd with jealous eye Which way his course the wanton Bregog bent, 135 Him to deceive for all his watchful ward, The wily lover did devise this slight; First into many parts his stream he shar'd, That whilst the one was watch, the other might Pass unespy'd to meet her by the way; 140 And then besides those little streams, so broken, He under ground so closely did convey, That of their passage doth appear no token,