Dabbling In The Dew

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"