Wine, No. 24

There went out in the dawning light A little rustic maiden; Her flock so white, her crook so slight, With fleecy new wool laden.

Small is the flock, and there you'll see The she-ass and the wether; This goat's a he, and that's a she, The bull-calf and the heifer.

She looked upon the green sward, where A student lay at leisure: "What do you there, young sir, so fair?" "Come, play with me, my treasure!"