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FARM TASKS
All are employed: one's gone to seek the tup,And one is gone to fetch the horses up;
One hastens off to seek the cackling hen,
And one to let the sheep out from the pen;
One runs and feeds the hens with barley bigg,
Another goes and mends the wooden brig
That maids may safely pass the meadow brook,
So deep that fear dare scarcely stop to look.
One with old Dobbin to the mill is gone
And rides upon the sack to keep it on;
One reaches down the gears to go to plough,
Another cuts the stack to feed the cow.
The hogs are fed and noising round for more,
And dogs are sent to drive them from the door.
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