Bat is bustling in search of both.
Whippoorwill, far down the lane,
Repeats her melancholy strain.
Homeward his herd the cowboy brings;
Shrill he whistles and gayly he sings;
Sings as he comes in careless glee,
Tinkle the bells for company.
Daisy and Rose demurely wait,
Patiently stand by the farm-yard gate.
Then the good farmer, stout and hale,
Comes from the house with his milking-pail;
Daisy is sober and staid he knows,
But he keeps an eye upon frolicsome Rose,
Till in the stanchions her neck confined,
Compels her to be passing kind.
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