The pretty maid milking her cow
It was on a fine summer's morning.
The birds sweetly tuned on each bough
And as I walked out for my pleasure,
I saw a maid milking her cow.
Her voice so enchanting melodious
Left me quite unable to go,
My heart it was loaded with sorrow
For the pretty maid milking her cow.
Then to her I made my advances:
"Good morrow, most beautiful maid!
Your beauty my heart so entrances",
"Pray, Sir, do not banter", she said.
"I'm not such a rate precious jewel,
That you should enamour me so,
I am but a poor little milk girl",
Says the pretty maid milking her cow.
The Indies afford not such jewel
So bright and transparently clear,
Ah! do not add flame to my fuel!
Consent but to love me, my dear.
Oh, had I the lamp of Aladdin,
Or the wealth of the African shore,
I would rather be poor in a cottage,
With the pretty maid milking her cow!