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Oaw mother sheep to daughter lamb
“Come over, child, come over.”
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Amongst the rosy clover.”

“Come, daughter lamb,” said mother sheep,
“Across the silver shallows.”

Said daughter lamb, “I think, I'll keep

     
 

Amongst the golden mallows.”

“Well, be it so, my lazy lamb;
Just keep your tail behind you;
Pll go to lunch with father ram,

And then come back to find

you.”

Flelen Marion Burnside.