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To let her cows my clover taste
have I not rose by break of day,
Did ever Nanny's heifers fast,
if Robin in his barn had hay.
Tho' to my field they welcome were,
I ne'er was welcome yet to her.
If ever Nansy lost a sheep.
I cheerfully did give her two;
And I her lambs did safely keep
within my fold in frost and snow:
Have they not there from cold been free,
But Nanny still is cold to me.
When Nanny to the well did come,
'twas I that did her pitchers fill;
Full as they were I brought them home;
her corn I carried to the mill;
My back did heave the sack but she,
Will never bear a sight of me.
To Nanny s poultry oats I give,
I'm sure they always had the best;
Within this week her pigeons have,
eat up a peck of pease at least.
Her little pigeons kiss but she,
Will never take a kiss from me.
Must Robin always Nanny woo,
and Nanny still on Robin frown,
Alas! poor wretch what shall I do,
if Nanny does not love me soon,
If no relief to me she'll bring,
I'll hang me in her apron string.
