I'm Going Out To Clean The Pasture Spring; I'll Only Stop To Rake The Leaves Away (And Wait To Watch The Water Clear, I May): I Shan'T Be Gone Long. You Come Too. I'm Going Out To Fetch The Little Calf That's Standing By The Mother. It's So Young, It Totters When She Licks It With Her Tongue. I Shan'T Be Gone Long. You Come Too.