RM2AJ214K–Child life: a collection of poems . is time to go home.Mooly cow, mooly cow, why dont you come ?Your udders are full, and the milkmaid is there.And the children all waiting their supper to share.I have let the long bars down,—^why dont you pass through ?^The mooly cow only said, Moo-o-o ! Mooly cow, mooly cow, have j^ou not beenRegaling all day where the pastures are green ?No doubt it was pleasant, dear mooly, to seeThe clear running Ijrook and the wide-spreading tree,The clover to crop, and the streamlet to wade,To drink the cool water and lie in the shade ;But now it is night : they are wai
RM2AJ20CC–Child life: a collection of poems . by the farm-yard pump,The frolicsome yearlings frisk and jump, While the pleasant dews are falling ; —The new-milch heifer is quick and shy.But the old cow waits with tranquil eye ;And the white stream into the bright pail flows,When to her task the milkmaid goes,Soothingly calling, — So, boss I so, boss ! so I so I so IThe cheerful milkmaid takes her stool,And sits and milks in the twilight cool. Saying, So I so, boss ! so ! so ! To supper at last the farmer goes.The apples are pared, the paper read.The stories are told, then all to bed.Without, the cricket
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