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YE Nymphs and Sylvian Gods,
That love green Fields and Woods;
  When Spring newly blown,
  Her self does adorn,
With Flowers and blooming buds:
  Come sing in the praise,
  Whilst Flocks do graze,
In yonders pleasant Vale;
  Of those that choose,
  Their Sleep to lose,
  And in cold Dews,
  With clouted Shoes,
Do carry the Milking Pail.
The Goddess of the Morn,
With blushes they adorn;
  And take the fresh Air,
  Whilst Linnets prepare,
A consort on each green Thorn:
  The Blackbird and Thrush,
  On every bush,
And the charming Nightingale;
  In merry vein,
  Their throats do strain,
  To entertain,
  The jolly train,
That carry the Milking Pail.
When cold bleak Winds do roar,
And Flowers can spring no more;
  The Fields that were seen,
  So pleasant and green,
By Winter all candid o'er:
  Oh how the Town Lass,
  Looks with her white Face,
And her Lips of deadly pale;
  But it is not so,
  With those that go,
  Thro' Frost and Snow,
  With Cheeks that glow,
To carry the Milking Pail.