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/ BRIDGET BRUIN. / Because I bade her go and feed the calves, / She took that old book down out of the thatch / And has been doubled over it all day. / We would be deafened by her groans and moans / Had she to work as some do, Father Hart, / Get up at dawn like me, and mend and scour; / Or ride abroad in the boisterous night like you, / The pyx and blessed bread under your arm.
SHAWN BRUIN. / You are too cross.