LILE bonnie calf I hand-reared
When t’ white cow wur taken away,
Thoo followed me round our fold-yard
Like a puppy at play.
Thoo butted at red-brown calves
Of thi sproutin’ horns so proud;
If I forgot to let thee out,
Thoo blared so loud.
How pleasant those buttercup hours
When I pulled thi saft ears,
While gossiping Dallow Water
Chuckled ower its low weirs.
At anchor, awaitin’ flood-tide
I hear furrin cattle moan,
If only I heard thee blarin’,
Lile bonny calf of my own.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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