Walk, Shepherdess, walk,
And I'll walk too,
To find the ram with the ebony horn
And the gold-footed ewe;
The lamb with the fleece of silver
Like Summer sea-foam,
And the wether with the crystal bell
That leads them all home.
Walk, Shepherdess, walk,
And I'll walk too,
And if we never find them
I shan't mind--shall you?
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"Wanted, cast-off clothing for pen of profitable pedigree
bantams."--_The Lady._
Moulting already?
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