Songs Set To Music: 27.
Haste, my Nannette, My lovely maid, Haste to the bower Thy swain has made. For thee alone I made the bower, And strew'd the couch With many a flower. None but my sheep Shall near us come; Venus be praised My sheep are dumb. Great god of love Take thou my crook, To keep the wolf From Nannette's flock. Guard thou the sheep To her so dear; My own, alas! Are less my care. But of the wolf If thou'rt afraid, Come not to us To call for aid; For with her swain My love shall stay, Though the wolf stroll And the sheep stray.
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