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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Farmer's Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Rector met a little lass<br>Who led a heifer by a rope.<br>Said he: "Why don't you go to Mass?<br>Do you not want to please the Pope?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The village maiden made reply,<br>As on the rope she ceased to pull:<br>"My father said this morning I<br>Must take Paquerette to see the bull."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Rector frowned. ";Tis wrong, I wist<br>To leave your prayer-book on the shelf.<br>Your father has a stronger wrist;<br>Why can't he do the job himself?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508747" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then lovely in her innocence,<br>With gaze as pure as meadow pool,<br>The maid spoke in her sire's defense:<br>"But Daddy, please your Reverence,<br>Would rather leave it to the bull."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>

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