My maid Mary,
She minds her dairy
While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.
Merrily run the reel
And the little spinning wheel
Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.
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About the Author: Miss Polly
Now that her dolly has grown up and moved out, Miss Polly is on the hunt for other sick, lonely and vulnerable creatures to smother with love and dodgy herbal cure-alls. She believes that Old Mac will help her find these poor dears and has signed on as his receptionist.
