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 (or Rolling) in the Dew RG
from Cox, Folk-Songs of the South
Contributed by Wallie Barnett, 1916
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