Текст песни The Words Are Those Of A Rural Woman

Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind

Their paramours with mutual chirpings find,

I early rose just at the break of day,

Before the sun had chased the stars away:
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A-field I went, amid the morning dew,

To milk my kine (for so should housewives do).

Thee first I spied - and the first swain we see,

In spite of Fortune shall our true love be.