| Lyrics: | 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 in the Dew
RG
@courtship
from Cox, Folk-Songs of the South
Contributed by Wallie Barnett,
1916
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