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.