They hum the way the trumpets go
The milkmaid yon with toasts
And had she all her milky toes
To wind and weather lost
Oh the man that stand across
The fragrant walls of rose
Sings a song round the clock
Until the doors are locked
And did she swill in a shrill
The milk for west lake hills
Sings round the corny field and mill
Sounds as a canny rill
©️LIL ARCHA
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