The Milkmaid

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 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