The Farmers Daughter

 The Rector met a little lass
Who led a heifer by a rope.

Said he: "Why don't you go to Mass?
Do you not want to please the Pope?"

The village maiden made reply,
As on the rope she ceased to pull:
"My father said this morning I
Must take Paquerette to see the bull.
"

The Rector frowned.
 ";Tis wrong, I wist
To leave your prayer-book on the shelf.

Your father has a stronger wrist;
Why can't he do the job himself?"

Then lovely in her innocence,
With gaze as pure as meadow pool,
The maid spoke in her sire's defense:
"But Daddy, please your Reverence,
Would rather leave it to the bull.
"

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