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Poor Cow
by Donovan
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        I dwell in…………...  
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I dwell in the north in the green country
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Far I'm here, far I'm here     
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And I take to my rest at the end of day,  
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Whilst o'erhead pretty stars do play
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And then I dream along     
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Then I make a song
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About everything that I've known and feltAnd it makes my sadness melt

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Then I wake up in the funny old kind of dayThe rain has gone away,
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Watching the children sing and play
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In the garden and the roadway
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Up comes a little one singing a song
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About a friend she knows called Rosie
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Off to the greenwood you must go, bring-a me one fine posie
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All of a sudden I'm light as air, I feel sad as a butterfly.
notes by Jean-David Blanc