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'Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!' calling,Ere the early dews were falling,Farre away I heard her song,'Cusha! Cusha!' all along;Where the reedy Lindis floweth,Floweth, floweth,From the meads where melick growethFaintly came her milking song—
'Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!' calling,'For the dews will soone be falling;Leave your meadow grasses mellow,Mellow, mellow;Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow;Come uppe, Whitefoot, come uppe, Lightfoot;Quit the stalks of parsley hollow,Hollow, hollow;Come uppe, Jetty, rise and follow,From the clovers lift your head;Come uppe, Whitefoot, come uppe, Lightfoot,Come uppe, Jetty, rise and follow,Jetty, to the milking shed.'
If it be long ay, long ago,When I beginne to think howe long,Againe I hear the Lindis flow,Swift as an arrowe, sharpe and strong;And all the aire, it seemeth mee,Bin full of floating bells (sayth shee),That ring the tune of Enderby.
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