Thomas Hardy - Rose-Ann lyrics

Why didn't you say you was promised, Rose-Ann?   Why didn't you name it to me, Ere ever you tempted me hither, Rose-Ann,   So often, so wearifully? O why did you let me be near 'ee, Rose-Ann,   Talking things about wedlock so free, And never by nod or by whisper, Rose-Ann,   Give a hint that it wasn't to be? Down home I was raising a flock of stock ewes,   co*ks and hens, and wee chickens by scores, And lavendered linen all ready to use,   A-dreaming that they would be yours. Mother said: "She's a sport-making maiden, my son";   And a pretty sharp quarrel had we; O why do you prove by this wrong you have done   That I saw not what mother could see? Never once did you say you was promised, Rose-Ann,   Never once did I dream it to be; And it cuts to the heart to be treated, Rose-Ann,   As you in your scorning treat me!