Oh, where are you going to, my pretty little dear
With your red rosie cheeks and your
I'm going a milking, kind sir she answered me
For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair
Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear,
A green silken gown and a ruby for your ear
Oh no, kind sir, with that I don't agree
For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair
Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear,
Lalalalala and a curly black hair
Oh no, kind sir, with that I don't agree
For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair
Suppose I were to wet you, my pretty little dear,
With your red rosie cheeks and your coal black hair
Oh, then I'd be a wag, kind sir, she answered me
And it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair