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 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 woll 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 tear the sack, but she

Can 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 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.