Dabbling in the Dew


Lyrics

“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,
“And it’s dabbling in the dew makes the milk maids fair.”

“Suppose I were to feed you my pretty little dear
With dainties on silver the whole of the year?”
“Oh no sir, oh no sir, kind sir,” she answered me,
“For it’s dabbling in the dew makes the milk maids fair.”

“Suppose I were to clothe you my pretty little dear
In silks and in satins the whole of the year?”
“Oh no sir, oh no sir, kind sir,” she answered me,
“For it’s dabbling in the dew makes the milk maids fair.”

“Ah but London’s a city my pretty little dear
And all men are gallant and brave that are there.”
“Oh no sir, oh no sir, kind sir,” she answered me,
“For it’s dabbling in the dew makes the milk maids fair.”


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