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FARM SCENE (I)
The noisy blathering calves are fed, and allThe cows are fothered up and in their stall;
Weary with toils and plodding through the mire,
The ploughmen all are round the kitchen fire;
One pats the shaggy dog between his legs,
Another throws a crust to one that begs;
One sings a song and strokes in highest glee
The tabby cat that sits upon his knee;
One cracks about his horses and his plough,
One kisses Dolly 'cause he milked her cow;
Another has a smutty word to say
And makes the maiden blush and turn away;
Till every song is sung and tale is said,
Then maids lap up the fire and all to bed.
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