Oh, where are you going to, my pretty little dear
With your red rosie cheeks and your coal black hair?
Im going a milking, kind sir" she answered me
"For its 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 jewel for your ears?
Oh no, kind sir, oh no, with that I dont agree
For its dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair
Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear,
Lalalalala and a grey gallant pair?
Oh no, kind sir, oh no, with that I dont agree
For its 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 Id be a wag, kind sir", she answered me
"And its dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair

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