I heard this as a poem recited by one of the Clancys at the Tinvane Hotel in western Ireland, back in 1980. It came about because we were having a Session and I was asked what my father did for a living. (He worked for Curtiss Breeding Service, selling "animal health products!") I wish I could find those words! I remember some of it - it's similar to the one, above: I have just given birth to an heifer And yet, not of pride am I full So sad to relate, but the lactical state Was not brought about by the bull I know I'm not a good-looker At the county fair, I'll never parade But the Good Lord preserve us From this new, "finer" service I'd rather have died an old maid They say this service is progressive And will become universal, some day But the fine farmer's daughter, who brings me the water Still gets it the old-fashioned way --it ended with- There's little more to be said, but, Alas, how sad is my fate Cows used to have fun, when our mothers were young I guess I was born too late!
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