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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 Nanny 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 bark did hear the seek 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.