Farm-yard Song

Over the hill Ufcfi farm-boy goea ; Jliñ aliado w tamgüunn along lbo land, V ;:;iiit atfB. ín giaut hand; in Uu' poplar tree above the spring The kutydid begÜH to Hing; The early dewe are falúag ; Info the ptnuo-iuijip darta Uw nuak, 'J'lic swalloWB skiiu the riverV brink, And borne to the woodland fly ibn crows, ■Vhcn over the lüll the faftn-boy goos, i heenl] oalling - " Co', ! co', bo8R ! co'! co' ! ei'!" Farther, fartuorover the hill, Tiuntly ('Hui!:, ealliag stlll - " Co. itoBs I oo', bon] ooM oo1!11 Into the ynrd tho IsninT ffóes, "viUi gretf ui hfiirt. 1 &e close oí day; Harnees and ohain are hmiK awny ; In the wagon-flbed Btand yok and plow; The ntr.iw';: in thfl hiii-li, the hay in thö nituv ; The cooling dewi are faOiog; Tho friiuntly sheep hia wolconie bleat, The pigs como grunting to liis fi t, The whinnying her mastèr knows, When into tho yard tho farmer goos, Jlin rattlo eitlliug - "Oo'. boes] co', boas ! co'! co'! co'!" ln!ii MUI the cow-boy, far away, & Qoe Beeklng those (nat have gone attnqr- '(Oo'tb06Bl co', boes ! co'! oo' I" Now to ker tnhk the tnJdikniatct goee ; 'i'hn eattle ookne crowding throngh tho gato, Lowing purhin, littl" und great ; Abont the trough, by the fbrm-yard pump, Tho fmlicBomo yearlings iriwk and junip, TN'liile the ploasautdowB are falliug; Tho ncv ïnilch holfer is qnirk and afay, Bot the old oow watts witli tranquil eye ; Ainl thr white Btream Into the bright pail flows, Uhn to her tank the inilkmaid goes, Soothingly calling - " 80, boHS ! Ho, boss ! ko ! po! bo!" The heerful inilkmaid taken her Btoolf Ajid nitH and milkH in tho twlltghl oool, Baylng, " 8o, so, boss ! eo! bo!" To supper at lapt the farmer goce; ThO applca are purod, tho paper raad, The Btorlea re told. then uil to heil ; Without, tho cricket 's consclcRs song Bbkea ihrll] tho silence all ulght long; The heavy down are falling ; The housewtfe's hand has tornea thn Iock ; DrowsUy tiokn the kitchen dook; Th& hoiiHühold Biiiks to deep reposo ; }3ut Rtill In sleep the farm-boy goei Sinyiiig, ciilling - "Go, boss 1 co,' Ios8 ! co1! co' ! co'!" And oft the mükmaid, in her dreaxna, DruniB iu the pail n-itli the flanliing streams, Miirmuring, " So, bons ! bo!"