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