One morning in the month of June,
As from my cot' I strayed.
Just at the dawning of the day
'Good morning you, whither?' said I,
I met with a charming maid. 'I've lost my spotted cow'.
'Good morning to you now',
The maid replied, 'kind sir' she cried, 'No longer weep, no longer mourn,
I saw her down in yonder grove,
Your cow's not lost my dear, 'I must confess you're very kind,
Come love and I'll show you where'.
I thank you sir,' said she, 'We will be sure her there to find,
Come sweetheart, go with me'.
And in the grove they spent the day,
At night they homeward bent their way,
They thought it passed too soon,
While brightly shone the moon.
If he should cross the flowery dale, Or go to view the plough,
She comes and calls, 'You gentle swain,
I've lost my spotted cow.
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