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 YE Nymphs and Sylvian Gods, That love green Fields and Woods; When Spring newly blown, Her self does adorn, With Flowers and blooming buds: Come sing in the praise, Whilst Flocks do graze, In yonders pleasant Vale; Of those that choose, Their Sleep to lose, And in cold Dews, With clouted Shoes, Do carry the Milking Pail. The Goddess of the Morn, With blushes they adorn; And take the fresh Air, Whilst Linnets prepare, A consort on each green Thorn: The Blackbird and Thrush, On every bush, And the charming Nightingale; In merry vein, Their throats do strain, To entertain, The jolly train, That carry the Milking Pail. When cold bleak Winds do roar, And Flowers can spring no more; The Fields that were seen, So pleasant and green, By Winter all candid o'er: Oh how the Town Lass, Looks with her white Face, And her Lips of deadly pale; But it is not so, With those that go, Thro' Frost and Snow, With Cheeks that glow, To carry the Milking Pail.