Free Trade and the Yankee have finished her clean.
From furrow and sheaf there seems little to glean,
From ploughed land to pasture I’m changing the scene.
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese!)
“I hope you’ll allow I look fetching like this,
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese!)
A Dairymaid’s dress suits me sweetly, I wis.
(Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese!)
Just twig my short petticoats, look at my pail!
The bards are all ready a Milkmaid to hail!