The Words Are Those Of A Rural Woman

The Words Are Those Of A Rural Woman Lyrics

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:
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.