264 . ILLINOIS STATE DAIRYMEN'S ASSOCIATION. 



WHEN THE COWS COME HOME. 



1 . With klingle, klangle, klingle, 

 Far down the dusty dingle, 



The cows are coming home ; 

 Now sweet and clear, and faint and low. 

 The airy tinklings come and go, 

 Like chimings from some far off tower. 

 Or patterings of an April shower 

 That makes the daisies grow — 



Ko-kling, ko-klang, koklingle-lingle, 

 Up through the darkening dingle 

 The cows come slowly home. 



2. With ringle, rangle, ringle, 



By twos, and threes, and single. 



The cows are coming home. 

 Through the violet air we see the town. 

 And the summer sun a-slipping down; 

 The maple in the hazel glade 

 Throws down the path a longer shade. 

 And the hills are growing brown. 

 To-ring, to-rang, toringle-ringle. 

 By threes, and fours, and single, 

 The cows come slowly home. 



3. With a klingle, klangle, klingle, 



With a loo-oo, and moo-00, and jingle. 



The cows are coming home ; 

 And over there on Merlin hill, 

 Hear the plaintive cry of the whippoorwill ; 

 The dew drops lie on the tangled vines. 

 And over the poplars Venus shines, 

 And over the silent mill. 



Ko-ling, ko-lang, kolingle-lingle. 



With a ting-a-ling and jingle. 

 The cows come slowly home. 



— Mrs. Agnes B. Mitchell. 



