From The Birmingham Age-Herald, January 4, 1913. The passionate shepherd His lot doth lament; Sweet Phyllida left him— One morning she went. Some say ’twas an actor Who led her astray, And some say a chauffeur Upon the “White Way.” Alone on the hillside The desolate swain Sheds tears of deep sorrow That shower like rain. His pipe is neglected, He singeth no more, His flock is a-straying The wide country o’er. She spoke of his manners As boorish and rude, When she would a lover With polish endued. Then shortly she left him, The hard-hearted girl; Grown tired of day-dreaming, She longed for a whirl. A Shepard, she knew it, Saw little of life; She’d be in the swim as An actor-man’s wife. Or was it a chauffeur? We really can’t say, But sad is the shepherd Since she went away.