I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;



I'll only stop to rake the leaves away



(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):



I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.







I'm going out to fetch the little calf



That's standing by the mother. It's so young,



It totters when she licks it with her tongue.



I sha'n't be gone long.—You come too.









