ILLINOIS STATE DAIRYMEN’S ASSOCIATION. 
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Those pleasant face.'and silky braid 
I have not yet forgotten.” 
What are the songs she sings ? Here are bits from 
one by Sidney Dobell, which represents the course of her 
thought while the streams of milk beat time till the pail is 
brimming. 
“ Fill, fill, 
Fill pail, fill, 
For there by the stile stands Harry! 
The world may go round, 
The world may stand still, 
But I can milk and marry. 
Fill pail, 
I can milk and marry.” 
“Give down, give down, 
My crumpled brown! 
And send me to ray Harry. 
The folks o’ towns • 
May have silken gowns, 
But I can milk and marry. 
Fill pail, 
I can milk and marry.” 
Rarely is anything crystalized in verse sweeter than 
this which the old mother recalled as the last song of her 
“ sonne’s faire wife Elizabeth,” which she heard echoed 
back from the shores of Lindis, as she sat spinning within 
her door: 
“Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!” Calling, 
“ For the dews will soon be falling. 
Leave your meadow grasses mellow, 
Mellow, Mellow. 
Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow ! 
Come uppe Whitetoot! Come uppe Lightfoot! 
Quit the stalks of parley hollow, 
Hollow r , Hollow. 
Come up Jetty, rise and follow ; 
From the clovers lift your head ! 
Come uppe Whitefoot? Come uppe Lightfoot! 
Come up Jetty! rise and follow, 
Zetty to the milking shed.” 
In adjusting ourselves to changed conditions much is 
modified, and much is lost which has not a pecuniary 
value. 
Since the steam era began, the romance of dairy-farm¬ 
ing as well as of travel has been taken away. 
In old England fast outgrowing her old-time sports 
