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The MAID MILKING her COW.
IT was on summer's morning,
as birds sweetly sung on each bough,
I heard a fair maid sweetly singing,
as she sat a milking her cow
She sung with a voice so melodious,
that made me scarce able to go;
My heart it was smother'd with sorrow,
by the pretty maid milking her cow.
I courteously thus did salute her.——
Good-morrow, fair amorous maid,
I'n your captive slave for the future,——
Kind sir do not banter she said;
I'm not such a precious jewel,
that you could remember me so;
I'm but a plain country girl,
said the pretty maid milking her cow.
All India can afford no such jewel,
so charming or transparent fair;
Pray do not add flames to my fuel,
but content and love me, my dear.
Take pity, and grant my desire,
and leave me no longer in woe;
Come love, or die I'll expire
you pretty maid milking your cow.
