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III
[Milk! milk! milk!]
Milk! milk! milk!
Straight as the Parson's bands,
Streaming like silk
Under and over her hands—
What is Mary scheming?
What is Mary dreaming?
Straight as the Parson's bands,
Streaming like silk
Under and over her hands—
What is Mary scheming?
What is Mary dreaming?
Swish! swish! swish!
Pressing her sweet young brow,
Smooth as a dish,
To the side of the sober cow—
Can she tell no tale then?
Nought but milk and pail then?
Pressing her sweet young brow,
Smooth as a dish,
To the side of the sober cow—
Can she tell no tale then?
Nought but milk and pail then?
Strip! strip! strip!
Far away over the sea
Comes there a ship,
The ship of all ships that be?
Ah, little fairy!
Ah, Mary, Mary!
Far away over the sea
Comes there a ship,
The ship of all ships that be?
Ah, little fairy!
Ah, Mary, Mary!
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