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Fuess and Stearns, comps.  The Little Book of Society Verse.  1922.
Soli Cantare Periti Arcades
By Ernest Dowson
OH, I would live in a dairy,
  And it’s Colin I would be,
And many a rustic fairy
  Should churn the milk with me.
Or the fields should be my pleasure,        5
  And my flocks should follow me,
Piping a frolic measure
  For Joan or Marjorie.
For the town is black and weary,
  And I hate the London street;        10
But the country ways are cheery,
  And country lanes are sweet.
Good luck to you, Paris ladies!
  Ye are over fine and nice,
I know where the country maid is,        15
  Who needs not asking twice.
Ye are brave in your silks and satins,
  As ye mince about the Town;
But her feet go free in pattens,
  If she wear a russet gown.        20
If she be not queen or goddess
  She shall milk my brown-eyed herds,
And the breasts beneath her bodice
  Are whiter than her curds.
So I will live in a dairy,        25
  And it’s Colin I will be,
And it’s Joan that I will marry,
  Or, haply, Marjorie.

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