Early in the morn
The milk maid fair
Has no time
To comb or braid her hair
She hurries somehow
To milk the cow
In the dairy farm
She works forlorn
Making cream and sweet
For children to eat
And fetch some dime
To feed her own
Like the mother cow
Tries somehow
To keep her milk half
For her young calf
Yet she walks from farm to farm
Keeping herself calm
With her simple charm
Just waiting to meet
Her children sweet!
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