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DAIRYMAID. 



Steady, boys, steady, the bushes are shaking, 

 There, where the covert is sturdy and strong ; 



Hark to the music the beauties are making. 

 Hark to the echo that answers their song. 



Steady, boys, steady, see Reynard so hmber ; 



Gentlemen ! gentlemen ! let him go by ! 

 Lightly he jumps through the bars of the timber, 



Stealing away from the musical cry. 



Dairymaid has it ; on, on she is leading. 



Well through the woodland and on to the plain ; 



Quickly she shows you the worth of her breeding, 

 Dairymaid opens again and again. 



Shapely in form, with a fashion so charming, 

 Graceful in turning and quick in her stride. 



Making the pace that becomes so alarming, 

 Lashing along with the pack at her side. 



Standing alone as the pick of the basket, 

 Dark in her colour, and shaded with tan ; 



Yet we can see in this gem of the casket 



The shape of the pack and the type of the clan. 



