the words are those of a rural woman - valentine's day lyrics

last valentine, the day when birds of kind
their paramours with mutual chirpings find,
i early rose just at the break of day,
before the sun had chased the stars away:
a-field i went, amid the morning dew,
to milk my kine (for so should housewives do).
thee first i spied – and the first swain we see,
in spite of fortune shall our true love be.