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Collycw The country-mans lamentation for the death of his cow. A Country Swain of little wit one day, Did kill his Cow because she went astray: Whats that to I or you, she was his own, But now the Ass for his Cow doth Moan: Most piteously methinks he cries in Vain, For now his Cow's from hunger free, and pain; What ails the fool to make so great a stir, She cannot come to him, he may to her. WBO Apr98Download the song in PDF format for printout etc.