From The Birmingham Age-Herald, January 4, 1913.
The passionate shepherd
His lot doth lament;
Sweet Phyllida left him—
One morning she went.
Some say ’twas an actor
Who led her astray,
And some say a chauffeur
Upon the “White Way.”
Alone on the hillside
The desolate swain
Sheds tears of deep sorrow
That shower like rain.
His pipe is neglected,
He singeth no more,
His flock is a-straying
The wide country o’er.
She spoke of his manners
As boorish and rude,
When she would a lover
With polish endued.
Then shortly she left him,
The hard-hearted girl;
Grown tired of day-dreaming,
She longed for a whirl.
A Shepard, she knew it,
Saw little of life;
She’d be in the swim as
An actor-man’s wife.
Or was it a chauffeur?
We really can’t say,
But sad is the shepherd
Since she went away.