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The Coolin
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Come with me, under my coat
And we will drink our fill of the milk of the white goat
or wine if they be thy will
And we will talk
Until talk is a trouble, too
Out on the side of the hill
And nothing is left to do
But an eye to look into an eye
And a hand in a hand to slip
And a sigh to answer a sigh
And a lip to find out a lip
What if the night be black
And the air
On the mountain chill
Where the goat lies down in her track
And all but the fern is still
Stay with me, under my coat
And we will drink our fill of the milk of the white goat
Out on the side of the hill