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the farmers daughtershe was my first love my lady amour she took me dancing and bird nesting on the moors we did hay making together at that time of year she was a farmers daughter and i was in love my dear she wore pretty floral dresses that went down to the floor she tied her hair in ribbons and knew what love was for she took me in her den twas hidden in a stack she was a beauty in her stance and more so pon her back the straw n corn did tickle and the hay went down your back she wore a pretty scarlet bonnet tied up with lace her breasts were rare and ample and a very pretty face she had a master key she turned it in my lock and made sweet love with me after playing postman's knock her stature it was bonny though her dialect was course she taught me all life's lessons next to stables with the horse her father was a farmer her mother made good bread her brothers were my schoolmates her sisters they were proud you took note of what they said she took me to the vicar for to see if we could wed for we had made our own bed for the village children laughed at us the horse was called old Ned she was a Darling sweetheart but a flirt to sure was said for she ran away on all saints day with a squires son called Jed Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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