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59 ALLO Dusty! Hallo Grizel!
 * Fetch the sheep" the master cries,

"Fetch them from the Island pasture
 * Quick, before the daylight dies!"

Hurling headlong down the meadow,
 * Almost swimming through the grass,

Dusty-foot and gray Grizelda
 * Like a hurricane they pass.

Neck and neck the water reaching,
 * In they plunge with shrieks of joy;

Every task a new-found pastime,
 * All the world their daily toy.

See them cleave the sunset ripples
 * Heading each a widening way,

Landing, shake their eager bodies
 * In a mist of diamond spray.

Silent now with great endeavour,
 * Working round their fleecy charge,

All the silly sheep collecting To the gently shelving marge.