Bringing Home the Cows

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Shadows of the twilight falling
 On the mountain's brow,
To each other birds are calling
 In the leafy bough.
Where the daisies are a-springing,
And the cattle beIls are ringing,
Comes my Mary, gaily singing,
 Bringing home the cows.

By a bush the pathway skirted
 Room for two allows.
All the cornfields are deserted,
 Idle are the ploughs.
Striving for wealth's spoil and booty,
Farmer boys have finished duty,
When I meet my little beauty
 Bringing home the cows.

Tender words and kind addresses,
 Most polite of bows,
Rosy cheeks and wavy tresses
 Do my passions rouse;
Dress so natty and so cleanly,
Air so modest and so queenly,
Oh! so haughty, yet serenely
 Bringing home the cows.

Arm-in-arm together walking,
 While the cattle browse,
Earnestly together talking,
 Plighting lovers' vows.
Where the daisies are a-springing,
Wedding bells will soon be ringing;
Then we'll watch our servant bringing
 Mine and Mary's cows.

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