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When she's very thirsty, what does she do?
She croons to us in Doric; she murmurs “A-coo!”
Oh, the little Scotch girl, who would ever think
She'd want a coo—a whole coo—needing but a drink!
Moo, moo!—a coo!
Mammie's gone to market; Mammie'll soon be here;
Mammie's bought a brindled coo! Patience, woman dear!
Don't you hear your Crummie lowing in the lane?
She's going up to pasture; we'll bring her home again!
Moo, moo!—a coo!

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Grow sweet, you little wild flowers, about our Crummie's feet;
Be glad, you green and patient grass, to have our Crummie eat;
And hasten, Crummie, hasten, or what shall I do?
For here's a waesome lassie skirlin' for a coo!
Moo, moo!—a coo!
A moment yet! The sun is set, and all the lanes are red;
And here is Crummie coming to the milking shed!
Why, mother, mother, don't you hear this terrible to-do?
Dépêchez-vous! A coo—a coo—a kingdom for a coo!
Moo, moo!—a coo!