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Up, up, ye dames, ye lassies gay
To the meadows trip away.
'Tis you must tend the flock this morn
And scare the small birds from the corn
Not a soul at home may stay.
For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
Leave the hearth and leave the house
To the cricket and the mouse;
Find grandma out a sunny seat
With babe and lambkin at her feet
Not a soul at home may stay
For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
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