Arnold Bax - A Milking Sian

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Give up thy milk to her who calls
Across the low green hills of Heaven
And stream-cool meads of Paradise!

Across the low green hills of Heaven
How sweet to hear the milking call
The milking call i' the meads of Heaven:

Stream-cool the meads of Paradise
Across the low green hills of Heaven

Give up thy milk to her who calls
Sweet voiced amid the Starry Seven
Give up thy milk to her who calls!
 
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