buxom
portion in hand she returns to the village
for garlands and green dancing and cakes
to the man she made promise whilst churning the butter
in whom she was true spurning all rakes
at the pinfold she sees him turning the lock
now older unchange'd handsome and fair
dropping the carpet' that carried her working
she runs to his arms without a care
by the fire she sits rocking her baby
he to the last cobbles her boots
patience rewarded by hiring fair walking
hard work and waiting reaps sweetest fruit
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