Where are you going to, my pretty fair maid?
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?

I'm going a milking, kind so she answered me
Rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair

May I come along with you, my pretty fair maid?
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?

Why surely you can please yourself, kind so she answered me
Rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair

Supposing I should lay you down, my pretty fair maid
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair

Well surely I'd get up again, kind so she answered me
Rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair

Supposing I should dirt you down, my pretty fair maid
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair

Well surely it would wash again, kind so she answered me
Rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair

Supposing you should have a child, my pretty fair maid
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair

Well surely you would father it, kind so she answered me
Rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair

What should we do for a cradle then, my pretty fair maid?
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair

My father is a basket maker, kind so she answered me
Rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair

What should we do for linen then, my pretty fair maid?
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair
My brother is a linen draper, kind so she answered me
Rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair

Supposing I should run away, my pretty fair maid
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair

May the Devil fetch you back again, kind so she answered me
Rolling in the dew makes the milk maids fair