It would be best heard on a summer's morning when the milkmaids are wending their way across the ley to the village after their morning's labour at home farm, relishing the fresh morning air, smiling in the face of the sun, and making ribald jokes about the foolishness of young men.
My imagination stopped surprising me a long time ago. What continues to surprise me is the soft spot I have for milkmaids. I wonder whether it stems from a past life memory of a time when milkmaids were the ones who didn't have pock marks. And I might just add, for those who don't know, that Donal Lunny is a legend among Irish folk musicians.
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