Sailing in the Dew Makes the Milkmaid Fair



"Where are you going, my pretty little fair maid,

Red rosy cheeks and curly black hair?"

"I'm going a-milking," so kind-like she answered him.

Sailing in the dew makes a milkmaid fair



"What is your father, my pretty little fair maid,

Red rosy cheeks and curly black hair?"

"My father's a farmer," so kind-like she answered him.

Sailing in the dew makes a milkmaid fair



"What is your mother, my pretty little fair maid,

Red rosy cheeks and curly black hair?"

"My mother's a weaver," so kind-like she answered him.

Sailing in the dew makes a milkmaid fair



"What is your fortune, my pretty little fair maid,

Red rosy cheeks and curly black hair,"

"My face is ny fortune," so kind-like she answered him,

Sailing in the dew makes a milkmaid fair



"Then l will not marry you, my pretty little fair maid, Red, rosy

cheeks and curly black hair." "Nobody cares, sir," so kind-like

she answered him. Sailing in the dew makes a milkmaid fair



Note: usually, it's Dabbling in the Dew RG

@courtship

from Cox, Folk-Songs of the South

Contributed by Wallie Barnett, 1916

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