Letra da Música Dabbling In The Dew de Isobel Campbell

Oh, where are you going to, my pretty little dear
With your red rosie cheeks and your coal black hair?
"I'm going a milking, kind sir" she answered me
"For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair"

Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear,
A green silken gown and a jewel for your ears?
"Oh no, kind sir, oh no, with that I don't agree
For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair"


Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear,
Lalalalala and a grey gallant pair?
"Oh no, kind sir, oh no, with that I don't agree
For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair"

Suppose I were to wet you, my pretty little dear,
With your red rosie cheeks and your coal black hair?
"Oh, then I'd be a wag, kind sir", she answered me
"And it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair"