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7 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.