And love, they tell me, is a dance of hearts.
Enter Shepherds and Shepherdesses.
1 Shepherd sings.
How blest are shepherds, how happy their lasses,
While drums and trumpets are sounding alarms!
Over our lowly sheds all the storm passes;
And when we die, 'tis in each others arms.
All the day on our herds and flocks employing;
All the night on our flutes, and in enjoying.
Chor. All the day, &c.