| One morning in the month of June,
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| As from my cot' I strayed,
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| Just at the dawning of the day
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| I met with a charming maid.
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| «Good morning to you, wither?"said I,
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| «Good morning to you now,»
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| The maid replied, «kind sir"she cried,
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| «I've lost my spotted cow.»
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| «No longer weep, no longer mourn,
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| Your cow’s not lost my dear,
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| I saw her down in yonder grove,
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| Come love and I’ll show you where.»
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| «I must confess you’re very kind,
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| I thank you sir,"said she,
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| «We will be sure her there to find,
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| Come sweetheart go with me.»
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| And in the grove they spent the day,
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| They thought it passed to soon,
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| At night they homeward bent their way,
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| While brightly shone the moon.
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| If he should cross the flowery dale,
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| Or go to view the plough,
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| She comes and calls, «You gentle swain,
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| I’ve lost my spotted cow.» |