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To Farmer Moss, in Langar Vale, came down,

His only daughter, from her school in town;

A tender, timid maid! who knew not how

To pass a pig-sty, or to face a cow:

Smiling she came, with petty talents graced,

A fair complexion, and a slender waist.

Used to spare meals, disposed in manner pure,

Her father’s kitchen she could ill endure:

Where by the steaming beef he hungry sat,