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Country Folk
Author: Don Fraser

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We use to live in the country,
Now we live,
In the city.
Wed look at each other,
And say, what a pity,
We use to hear the meadowlark,
Now it seems,
All we hear is some dogs bark.
Everything was so serine,
Things were really keen.
I remember lifting a hen,
That was.,
Way back when.
If we found an egg how lucky we were,
That old hen would,
Never stir.
Our milk we got from the cow.
It was hard to milk her,
Only you knew how.
We would make some cheese.
Any flavor that we would please.
In the mornings we would have our coffee,
We would sit,
And bounce our kids on our knee.
Those days are gone forever,
Who in the hell,
Pulled the lever?
It seems like yesterday,
When the kids,
Would run and play,
They are grown now,
I sure do miss.
That cow.

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