The Shepherdess.

Shepherdess! Shepherdess!
    Looks to the sheep;
Shepherdess! Shepherdess!
    Watches their sleep.

Shepherdess! Shepherdess!
    When they cry "Baa,"
Shepherdess! Shepherdess!
    Knows where they are.

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