Scene 2--Park in 4. Rural cottage, L. 1 E., adjoining which, and projecting on stage an inside view of a dairy with sloping roof, painting backing to look like milk pans. The whole scene should have a picturesque appearance. Garden fence run across back, ornamental gate or archway, R. Pigeon house on pole near dairy, L. Spinning wheel inside cottage door, one or two rustic benches, R. and L.英文原著 · 《Our American Cousin》
Geo If you please, ask the dairy maid to let me have a seat in the dairy. I am afraid of the draft, here.英文原著 · 《Our American Cousin》
So here we are, all lodging together in an ideal English farmhouse. There is a thatched roof on one of the old buildings, and the dairy house is covered with ivy, and Farmer Hendry's wife makes a real English courtesy, and there are herds of beautiful sleek Durham cattle, and the butter and cream and eggs and mutton are delicious; and I never, never want to go home any more. I want to live here forever, and wave the American flag on Washington's birthday.英文原著 · 《A Cathedral Courtship》
The new-mown hay. The praise of a dairy. The milk-maid's life. The milking-pail. The summer's morning. Old Adam. Tobacco. The Spanish Ladies.英文原著 · 《Ancient Poems》
blind fool! can't you very well see, These are three pudding-bags my mother sent to me?' 'Ods bobs! well done! pudding-bags with spurs on! The like was never known!' Old Wichet a cuckold went out, and a cuckold he came home! I went into the dairy, and there for to see, And there I saw three hats hang, by one, by two, and by three; O! I called to my loving wife, and 'Anon, kind sir!' quoth she; 'Pray what do these three hats here, without the leave of me?'
'Why, you old fool! blind fool!英文原著 · 《Ancient Poems》
'O, Dolly, my dear, what hast thou done? From my back to my breeks has thy butter-milk run.'
She gave him a push, he stumbled and fell Down from the dairy into the drawwell. Then Harry, the ploughboy, ran amain, And soon brought him up in the bucket again. Then Harry went home like a drowned rat, And told his old mother what he had been at. With butter-milk, bowl, and a terrible fall, O, if this be called love, may the devil take all! Ballad: SIR ARTHUR AND CHARMING MOLLEE. (TRADITIONAL.)
[FOR this old Northumbrian song we are indebted to Mr. Robert Chambers.英文原著 · 《Ancient Poems》