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 Each gloried in their wanton part; to make a lover, he Employed the utmost of his art; to make a beauty, she.





Did ever swain a nymph adore, as I ungrateful Nanny do? Was ever seepherd'sshepherd's [sic] heart so sore, or ever broken heart so true? My cheeks are swell'd with tears, but she Has never wet a check for me.

If Nanny call'd did e'er I stay, or linger when she bid me run; She only had the word to say, and all she wish'd was quickly done, I always think of her, but she Does ne'er bestow a thought or me.

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 fields 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