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o the last, And then they stitch them tight and fast. The hair that grows upon her back Is taken, whether white or black, And mix'd with plaster, short or long, Which makes it very firm and strong. And, last of all, if cut with care, Her horns make combs to comb our hair; And so we learn--thanks to our teachers-- That cows are very useful creatures. [Illustration: Bad Boys Painting a Poor White Cow.] [Page 171--Moo Moo Land] [Illustration: The Dancing Cow.] The Cowboy's Song "Mooly cow, mooly cow, Home from the wood They sent me to fetch you As fast as I could. The sun has gone down-- It is time to go home, Mooly cow, mooly cow, Why don't you come? Your udders are full, And the milkmaid is there, And the children are all waiting, Their suppers to share. I have let the long bars down-- Why don't you pass thro'" The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!" "Mooly cow, mooly cow, Have you not been Regaling all day Where the pastures are green? No doubt it was pleasant, Dear Mooly, to see The clear running brook And the wide-spreading tree, The clover to crop, And the streamlet to wade, To drink the cool water And lie in the shade; But now it is night-- They are waiting for you." The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!" "Mooly cow, mooly cow, Where do you go When all the green pastures Are covered in with snow? You can go to the barn, And we feed you with hay, And the maid goes to milk You there, every day; She pats you, she loves you, She strokes your sleek hide, She speaks to you kindly, And sits by your side: Then come along home, Pretty Mooly cow, do." The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!" "Mooly cow, mooly cow, Whisking your tail The milkmaid is waiting, I say, with her pail; She tucks up her petticoats, Tidy and neat, And places the three-legged Stool for her seat. What can you be staring at, Mooly? You know That we ought to have gone Home an hour ago. How dark it is growing! O, what shall I do?" The mooly cow only said, "Moo-o-o!" That Calf To the yard, by the barn, Came the farmer one morn, And calling the cattle, he said, While they trembled w
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