A
milkmaid fair came forth to milk
All on a summer’s day;
She
was as pretty as a dream,
Her heart was light and gay.
The
cows they loved to have her come,
For her would gladly stand;
She
smoothed their udders full and plump
With her fair, shapely hand.
A
bull was standing o’er the fence
With envy on his brow;
“O,
blind and cruel fate!” quoth he,
“I wish I were a cow!”
c.
July 9, 1912
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