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.
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