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They lived nicely with their cow:
She was meat, drink, and company.
Before breakfast
The housewife was milking
Behind the chimney,
And I thought I had seldom heard
A sweeter fire-side sound;
In an evening, sitting
Over a sleepy, low-burnt fire,
It would lull one
Like the purring of a cat.
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