Dorsetshire farm for years an' for years; I walked with him down to the quay, poor lad, an' we parted in tears. The boat was beginning to move, we heard them a-ringing the bell, I'll never love any but you, God bless you, my own little Nell.' IV. I was a child, an' he was a child, an' he came to harm; There was a girl, a hussy, that workt with him up at the farm, One had deceived her an' left her alone with her sin an' her shame, And so she was wicked with Harry; the girl was the most to blame. V. And years went over till I that was little had grown so tall, The men would say of the maids, 'Our Nelly's the flower of 'em all.' I didn't take heed o' them , but I taught myself all I could To make a good wife for Harry, when Harry came home for good. VI. Often I seem'd unhappy, and often as happy too, For I heard it abroad in the fields 'I'll never love any but you;' 'I'll never love any but you' the morning song of the lark, 'I'11 never love any but you' the nightin gale's hymn in the dark. VII. And Harry came home at last, but he look'd at me sidelong and shy, Vext me a bit, till he told me that so many years had gone by, I had grown so handsome and tall -- that I might ha'