Oh, the maid who
Minds the dairy
Is a barnyard dignitary
And her rule is arbitrary
Where the brown-eyed bossies browse.
Every day she has to putter,
Skimming milk and churning butter.
And at twilight out
She'll flutter with her pail
To milk the cows!
So, boss!
So, boss! So, Boss, so!
Don't be cross or make a fuss
But let the sweet milk flow
Never kick or mind
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