Mountains high. The Spotted Cow. And the Sailors Lamentation with the Merry Sailor/The Spotted Cow

The Spotted Cow.

ONE morning in the mounth of may,
⁠I from my cottage stray'd,
Just as the sun reveal’d the day,
⁠I met a jolly young maid ;
⁠Just as the sun reveal’d the day,
⁠I met a jolly young maid.

Good, morrow sweetherat, where, said I
⁠so early tell me now?
To tell you sir, the maid reply'd,
⁠I’ve lost my spotted cow, &c.

Reveal no more, no longer mourn,
⁠your cow's not lost my fair,
I saw her down in yonder grove,
⁠I’ll go and show you where; &c.

I most confess you’re very kind,
⁠I thank you sir, said she;
You’ll be sure to find her there,
⁠come sweetheart and go with me;

Then thro’ the grove we took our way,
⁠and cross’d the flowery fields,
I (illegible text) and told the amerous fair,
⁠sweet harmless loving tales.

All in the groves we spent the day,
⁠and thought it not too soon,
At night we wander’d back our way,
⁠by the light of the moon.

If I should chance to cross the plain,
⁠to go to view my plough,

I'll come and call you gentle swain,
⁠I've lost my spotted cow; &c.