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 Have they not there from cold been free? But Nanny still is cold to me.

When Nanny to the well did come, 'twa I that did her pitchers fill; Pull as they were I brought them home, her corn I carried to the mill; My back did bear the sack but she Will never bear a sight of me.

To Nanny's poultry oats I gave, I'm sure they always had the best; Within this week her pigeons have eat up a peek 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.





Ah ! woes me ! poor Willie cried, see how I'm wasted to a span! My heart is lost, when first I spy'd the charming lovely milk-maid Nan.