Chorus (Jolly Shepherds, quit your Flocks)

Jolly Shepherds, quit your Flocks
To the greedy Wolf, or Fox;
Though no Shepherd them attend,
Hecate will all defend.
For another Cynthia's led
To a lusty old Man's Bed.
Tune your Oaten Pipes and Play;
This is Hymen's Holy-day.
To one Night a Years mirth bring,
Winter's marry'd to the Spring.
Therefore it becomes each one
To Crown the revolution.