Rolling in the Dew


O where are you going to, my fair, pretty maid,
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?
I'm going a-milking, kind sir, she answered me,
And it's rolling in the dew makes a milkmaid fair.

Shall I go along with you, my fair, pretty maid,
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?
Yes, you're kindly welcome, kind sir, she answered me,
And it's rolling in the dew makes a milkmaid fair.

Supposing I should lay you down, my fair, pretty maid,
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?
Then you must help me up again, kind sir, she answered me,
And it's rolling in the dew makes a milkmaid fair.

Supposing you should prove with child, my fair, pretty maid,
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?
Then you shall be the father of it, sir, she answered me,
And it's rolling in the dew makes a milkmaid fair.

Supposing I should run away, my fair, pretty maid,
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?
The devil would run after you, kind sir, she answered me,
And it's rolling in the dew makes a milkmaid fair.

Midi sequenced by Terry Stephens
Used with permission

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