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Last Valentine, the day when birds of kind Their paramours with mutual chirpings find, I early rose just at the break of day, Before the sun had chased the stars away: A-field I went, amid the morning dew, To milk my kine (for so should housewives do). Thee first I spied - and the first swain we see, In spite of Fortune shall our true love be. |