A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes/One Michaelmas Morn

by Sabine Baring-Gould

XV. ONE MICHAELMAS MORN

 

One Michaelmas morn I awoke in a fright,
And got up in the dawn, before it was light.
I sat myself down the world to admire,
And saw the black berries grow on the green brier.

Then when I walked further, I chanced to see
A cow and a pretty maid under a tree.

I stepped to the damsel, and to her said I,
'A penn'orth of milk, if you please—I am dry.

'Look yonder,' she said, 'the black cow with her tail
Has spilt all the milk and kicked over the pail.'