Rolling in the Dew lyrics

Where are you going to, my pretty fair maid

With your red rosy cheeks and your coal-black hair?

I'm going a-milking, kind sir, she answered me

For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair

May I come along with you, my pretty fair maid

With your red rosy cheeks and your coal-black hair?

Why surely you can please yourself, kind sir,

she answered me

For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair

Supposing I should lay you down, my pretty fair maid

With your red rosy cheeks and your coal-black hair?

Why surely I'd get up again, kind sir, she answered me

For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair

Supposing I should dirt your gown, my pretty fair maid

With your red rosy cheeks and your coal-black hair?

Why surely it would wash again, kind sir, she answered me

For rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair

Supposing you should have a child, my pretty fair maid

With your red rosy cheeks and your coal-black hair?

Why surely you would father it, kind sir, she answered me

For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair

What should we do for a cradle then, my pretty fair maid

With your red rosy cheeks and your coal-black hair?

My father is a basket maker, kind sir, she answered me

For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair

What should we do for linen then, my pretty fair maid

With your red rosy cheeks and your coal-black hair?

My brother is a linen draper, kind sir, she answered me

For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair

Supposing I should run away, my pretty fair maid

With your red rosy cheeks and your coal-black hair?

May the devil fetch you back again, kind sir,

she answered me

For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair