The Pasture

 I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
I'll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan't be gone long.
 -- You come too.

I'm going out to fetch the little calf
That's standing by the mother.
 It's so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.

I shan't be gone long.
 -- You come too.

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