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 While the peaſant inactive ſtands ſhiv'ring with cold
 * as bleak the winds northerly blow:

When the innocent flocks run for eaſe to the fold:
 * with their fleeces all covered with ſnow:

In the yard while the cattle are fodder'd with ſtraw
 * and ſend forth their breath like a ſtream!

And neat looking dairy maid fees ſhe muſt thaw
 * fleaks of ice, which ſhe finds in her cream

When the sweet country maiden, as freſh as the roſe
 * as ſhe careleſsly trips often ſlides,

And the ruſſies loud laugh, if by falling ſhe ſhews:
 * all the charms that her modeſty hides;

When the birds to the barn door hover for food.
 * as with ſilence they reſt on the ſpray:

And the poor tired hare in vain ſeeks the wood,
 * left her footſteps her cauſe ſhould betray,

When the lads and the laſſes, in company join'd,
 * in a croud round the embers are met,