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Title
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Rolling in the dew
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Singer
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Iles, Elijah
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
Suppose that I should marry you, my pretty, fair maid,
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?'
'Please yourself, and that you may, kind sir,' she quickly said,
It's rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids so fair.
Verse 2
What should you do for wedding clothes
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?'
I'll cut my Holland milking smock, and that will make a pretty frock
It's rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids so fair.
Verse 3
Where should we find a cottage?
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?'
My brother he will make us one, for he's the woodman's eldest son.
It's rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids so fair.
Verse 4
And who would then to market go?
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?'
I'll lead my white calves by hand, as proud as any in the land.
It's rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids so fair.
Verse 5
Suppose that I should run away
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?'
Of curds and cream I should not lack, my sand red cow would call you back.
It's rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids so fair.
Verse 6
Suppose I shouldn't marry you,
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?'
You can wait until you're asked, kind sir, this maiden said.
It's rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids so fair.
Verse 7
Then let us to the good priest go,
With your red rosy cheeks and your coal black hair?'
Nay, Fie on your false heart for shame, I know Jack Vinney is thy name,
It's rolling in the dew makes the milkmaids so fair.
