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14 In zummer mornèns, when the lark &emsp;Do rouse the litty lad an’ lass To work, then she’s the vu’st to mark &emsp;Her steps along the dewy grass.

An’ in the evenèn, when the zun &emsp;Do sheen ageän the western brows O’ hills, where bubblèn brooks do run, &emsp;There she do zing bezide her cows.

An’ ev’ry cow of hers do stand, &emsp;An’ never overzet her païl; Nor try to kick her nimble hand, &emsp;Nor switch her wi’ her heavy taïl.

Noo leädy, wi’ her muff an’ vaïl, &emsp;Do walk wi’ sich a steätely tread As she do, wi’ her milkèn païl &emsp;A-balanc’d on her comely head.

An’ she, at mornèn an’ at night. &emsp;Do skim the yollow cream, an’ mwold An’ wring her cheeses red an’ white, &emsp;An’ zee the butter vetch’d an’ roll’d.

An’ in the barken or the ground, &emsp;The chaps do always do their best To milk the vu’st their own cows round, &emsp;An’ then help her to milk the rest.

Zoo Poll’s the milk-maid o’ the farm! &emsp;An’ Poll’s so happy out in groun’, Wi’ her white païl below her eärm, &emsp;As if she wore a goolden crown.