The Milkmaid Songtext
von Stick in the Wheel
The Milkmaid Songtext
"Where are you going to, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?"
"Oh, ′tis I am going a-milking, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Shall I go with you, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?"
"Yes, 'tis you′re kindly welcome, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Suppose I should lay you down in here, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair"
"Oh, then you must help me up again, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Suppose you should prove with child by me, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair"
"Oh, then I must find a father for it, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Suppose I should run away from you, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair"
"Oh, then I must run after you, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Suppose I should run too fast for you, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair"
"Then the Devil shall run after you, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?"
"Oh, ′tis I am going a-milking, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Shall I go with you, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair?"
"Yes, 'tis you′re kindly welcome, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Suppose I should lay you down in here, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair"
"Oh, then you must help me up again, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Suppose you should prove with child by me, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair"
"Oh, then I must find a father for it, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Suppose I should run away from you, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair"
"Oh, then I must run after you, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
"Suppose I should run too fast for you, my pretty fair maid
With your red and rosy cheeks and your nut-brown hair"
"Then the Devil shall run after you, kind sir," she answered me
"A-rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid so fair"
Writer(s): Ian carter, Nabihah Iqbal, Nicola Kearey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com