Milking the Cow, and churning the milk
Made work for the maids long ago,
But possible Dairymaids now dress in silk,
That's where our Dairymaids go.
Ah! DOLLY becomes a mechanical drudge,
And SALLY—a something much worse.
Through cowslip-pied meadows to merrily trudge
Won't fill a maid's heart, or her purse.
The meadow at eve and the dairy at morn,
And a song—from KIT MARLOW—between,