Dabbling in the Dew Songtext
von Shirley Collins

Oh, where are you going to, my pretty little dear
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?
I′m going a-milking, kind sir, she answered me
For it's dabbling in the dew makes the milk maids fair
Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear
A green silken gown and a ribbon for your hair?
Oh no, kind sir, with that I don′t agree
For it's dabbling in the dew makes the milk maids fair Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear
Fine shoes and silken hose and a carriage and pair?
Oh no, kind sir, with that I don't agree
For it′s dabbling in the dew makes the milk maids fair
Suppose I were to wed you, my pretty little dear
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?
Oh, then I′d be your wife, kind sir, she answered me
And it's dabbling in the dew makes the milk maid fair