"My love is young & handsome
As any in the town
Shes worth a ploughmans ransom
In the drab cotton gown”
He sang & turned his furrow oer
& urged his team along
While on the willow as before
The old crow croaked his song
The ploughman sung his rustic lay
& sung of Phoebe all the day
The crow he was in love no doubt
& [so were] many things
The ploughman finished many a bout
& lustily he sings
"My love she is a milking maid
With red rosy cheek
Of cotton drab her gown was made
I loved her many a week”
His milking maid the ploughman sung
Till all the fields around him rung
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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