SONG: MY SPIRIT LIKE A SHEPHERD BOY

MY spirit like a shepherd boy

Goes dancing down the lane.

When all the world is young with joy

Must I lie here in pain?

With shepherd's pipe my spirit fled

And cloven foot of Pan;

The mortal bondage he has shed

And shackling yoke of man.

And though he leave me cold and mute,

A traitor to his care,

I smile to hear his honeyed flute

Hang on the scented air.