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.