The Hallow fair (2)/Ungrateful Nanny

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UNGRATEFUL NANNY.

Did ever a swain a nymph adore,
⁠as I ungrateful Nanny did?
Was ever shepherd's heart so sore,
⁠or ever broken heart so true.
My cheeks are swell'd with tears, but she
Has never wet a cheek 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 on 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 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.