Letra Dabbling In The Dew de Isobel Campbell original

Oh, where are you going to, my pretty little dear
With your red rosie cheeks and your
'I'm going a milking, kind sir' she answered me
'For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair'

Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear,
A green silken gown and a ruby for your ear
'Oh no, kind sir, with that I don't agree
For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair'

Suppose I were to buy you, my pretty little dear,
Lalalalala and a curly black hair
'Oh no, kind sir, with that I don't agree
For it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair'

Suppose I were to wet you, my pretty little dear,
With your red rosie cheeks and your coal black hair
'Oh, then I'd be a wag, kind sir', she answered me
'And it's dabbling in the dew that makes the milkmaids fair'