To plant and rake and hoe—
I get upon old Dobbin’s back,
And don’t I make him go?
I shout and make the welkin ring,
I sing my merry song,
And, roaming through the fields and woods,
I’m jolly all day long. [Boy whistles Chorus.
Dairy Maid (with churn.)
I’m glad I am a dairy maid,
My butter is so yellow;