A churning song.
I
Oh as I roved out one evening
down by the river clear,
A mother & her daughter I happened
for to hear.
They both sat down quite carelessly
to the milking of a cow
Says the daughter to the mother I
must get married now.
II
Says the mother to the daughter will
you hold your silly tongue.
You are far too young to get married
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