Milk Round 1912 I rise in the morning when the air is still The suns going to blaze but for now there's a chill From the haar on the fields, that shimmers like silk It's another fine day to deliver the milk I hitch up the horse and I load up the cart With the churns sloshing it's time to depart I call out to the houses with my Stornoway lilt It's another fine day to deliver the milk I lead my horse on our mornings toil I fill the pails, she leaves stuff for the soil Most of the town are still under the quilt It's another fine day to deliver the milk
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