Neville

Little Shepherdesses

Little Shepherdesses  

 

Pray where are they now

my little shepherdesses

pray where might I find them

now they are hiding or gone

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They are all in the meadow

down there by the dew-pit

a full brace and a half of em

as far as can tell ……………….

...

And pray what are they doing

down there by the dew-pit

are the three of em playing

and with what and with whom

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Are they brazenly bathing

or just casually lazing

while their flock is a grazing  

on lush green meadow grass

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They be easing out creases

from Sunday best dresses 

each one of em covered

In ripe fig sweet caresses ... 

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All perfumed from toes

to the nape of their necks

since discarding their clothes

on them bushes for hanging

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Oh’ my lord what a sight

for these sore eyes, a smiling

here just biding our time till

They church bells stop clanging

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My little shepherdesses

all naked they play

down in green meadow

each there away far away

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Not knowing they’re watched

or do they or don’t they

sharing lips, fingers and tongues

without so much a care or a blush …