One morning in the month of June, As from my cot I strayed, |: Just at the dawning of the day    I met with a charming maid. :| Good morning to you, wither? said I, Good morning to you now. |: The maid replied: Kind Sir, she cried,    I've lost my spotted cow. :| No longer weep, no longer mourn. Your cow's not lost my dear. |: I saw her down in yonder grove.    Come love and I'll show you where. :|

I must confess, you're very kind. I thank you Sir, said she. |: We will be sure her there to find.    Come sweetheart and go with me. :| And in the grove they spent the day. They thought it passed too soon. |: At night they homeward bent their way,    While brightly shone the moon. :| If he should cross the flowery dale Or go to view the plough, |: She comes and calls: You gentle swain,    I've lost my spotted cow. :|

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