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The year stood at its equinox / And bluff the North was blowing, / A bleat of lambs came from the flocks, / Green hardy things were growing; / I met a maid with shining locks / Where milky kine were lowing.
She wore a kerchief on her neck, / Her bare arm showed its dimple, / Her apron spread without a speck, / Her air was frank and simple.