Roving in the dew by George Butterworth Lyrics

“Oh where are you going to, my pretty fair maid, red, rosy cheeks and coal-black hair?”
“I'm a-going a-milking, kind sir,” she answered me
“For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid fair.”

"What is your father then, my pretty fair maid, red, rosy cheeks and coal-black hair?"
"My father's a farmer, kind sir" she answered me
"For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid fair."

"What is your mother then, my pretty fair maid, red, rosy cheeks and coal-black hair?"
"The wife of my father, kind sir" she answered me
“For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid fair.”

"May I comе along with you, my pretty fair maid, red, rosy cheeks and coal-black hair?"
"Just as it pleasе you, kind sir" she answered me
“For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid fair.”

"Suppose I ran away from you, my pretty fair maid, red, rosy cheeks and coal-black hair"
"The Devil may ran after, I'll stand and laugh at you. For rolling in the dew makes the milkmaid fair.”