It was on a fine summer's morning The birds sweetly tune on each bough And as I walked out for my pleasure I saw a maid milking a cow
Her voice was 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 rare precious jewel That I should enamour you so I am but a poor little milk girl," Says the pretty maid milking her cow
The Indies afford no such jewel So bright, so transparently clear I do not add flames to my fuel Consent but to love me my dear
Oh, had I the Lamp of Aladdin Or the wealth that gold mines can bestow I'd rather be poor in a cottage With the pretty girl milking her cowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
