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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 things to my funeral Consent but to know 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 cow.
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