Maude Muller on a summer's day
Out in the meadows raked away.

The Judge came by just as of yore,
But when he gazed the meadows o'er

In search of Maude, so sweetly fair,
Was not aware that she was there,

And so with spirits much cast down
Kept sadly on his way to town.

The trouble was, the maid's new hat
She wore that day out on the flat.

Loomed up so large both front and back
The Judge mistook it for a stack,

And never knew the lady gay
Was not another load of hay.