Love, the only love is the cause
That I neglect my flock;
But since it is the smallest in the hamlet,
They will say it is a trifling thing:
Ah! if I had all the sheep
Of the shepherds of our Cantons
I would neglect them still
For the Shepherdess whom I adore.
Iris, the ungrateful Iris prefers
The happy Tirfis for flocks,
If by good fortune I had some as fine
I could perhaps please her,
But a tender heart is all my wealth,
I give it to her, eh! what, is that nothing?
Love! Ah! why does she not know
The worth of a tender and faithful love.
Michel Lambert
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