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O ll morning in the moith of Ma
As froms my cot I stray'd,
Jt at the dawning of th day,
I met a cbhswrmg said.
Good monraig,hir maid, whither said
o early tell me now,
The maid reply'd kind sir she cry'd,
I've lobt my spotted cow.
No more complain no longer mourn
Your dbw's not lost my dear,
I saw her down in yonder Jawn,
Come love and I'll show you when.
I must confess that you ae vry kind
I thank you, ir said she,
'ou wil be sure her time to Sai,
Come sweetheart go with me.
Then to the gro ves wediA r ir,
And loye wa all or tala.
And ina the grove we spent the day
And thought it passed too soon,
At night we bopeward beat our way
when brightly shone the moon.
If I should cross yon flowery da
Or go to view the plough,
She comes and calls ye gentle swairs.
I've lost my spotted cow.