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THE lark proclaim'd return of morn,
When Dolly tript across the lawn;
Young Colin follow'd with his flail,
She went to fill her milking-pail:
He lov’d and begg'd she’d hear him now,
She answer’d she must milk her cow.
CHORUS.
He lov’d and begg’d she’d hear him now,
She answer’d the must milk her cow ;
Milk her cow, milk her cow,
She answer’d the must milk her cow.
He sighing vow’d he lov’d her more,
Than, ever youth did nymph before ;
With raptures prais’d her finest charms,
And press'd the fair one to his arms.
She bade him keep his distance now,
Nor hinder her to milk her cow: &c.
Milk her cow, &c.
Fair maid, he cry’d, could you approve.
An artless shepherd’s honest love ;
Yon little farm, yon flocks are mine,
All with their master's heart are thine;
Then begg'd she wou’d his flame allow,
She answer’d the must milk her cow :
Milk her cow. &c.
