Pretty maid milking her cow/The Pretty Maid Milking Her Cow

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Pretty maid milking her cow (1800)
The Pretty Maid Milking Her Cow
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The Pretty Maid Milking her Cow.

IT was on a fine summer’s morning,
as birds sweetly sung in each bow,
I heard a fair Maid sweetly singing,
as she sat milking her Cow.

She sung with a voice so me'o ious,
that made me scarce able to go!
My heart it was smother'd with sorrow,
by the pretty Maid milking her Cow.

I courteously thus did salute her
Good-morrow fair amorous maid,
I'm your captive slave for the future
Kind Sir do not banter, she said.

I'm not such a precious jewel,
that you could remember me so;
I'm but a plain country girl
said the pretty Maid milking her Cow.

All India can afford no such jewel,
so charming or transparent fair!
Pray do not add flames to my fuel,
but consent and love me, my dear!

Take pity, and grant my desire:
and leave me no longer in woe!
Come love me or else I'll expire,
you pretty Maid milking your Cow.

I don't understand what you mean. Sir;
I've neer been a slave yo to love;
Such amours I seldom experienc d,
therefore your affections remove.

To tarry, then. I can assure you,
is a thing that I can't under go;
Therefore, young man pray excuse me,
said the pretty Maid milking her Cow.

No young man could excuse you,
or it would be against his own will;
To pen your perfection in beauty.
some volumes I'm sure it would fill.

I would patiently wait for an answer,
my destiny pray let me know;
Your consent, till death be the ransom,
you pretty Maid milking your Cow.

pray, Sir, withdraw and don't teaze me!
I'll never consent unto thee:
I like to live single and easy,
till more of the world I see;

Left care it should early embrace me,
Besides that my fortune's low,
Until I grow rich I'll not marry,
said the pretty Maid milking her Cow.

To say you would wait for a fortune,
is a civil way to deny;
And I have got money and cattle
dear love all your wants to supply.

Delay are attended with dangers,
and youth it hath no second spring:
and likewise when beauty is faded,
it never will return again!

A fair maid is ire a ship sailing,
she knows not how far she ll safe go;
For in every blast she's in danger.
you pretty Maid milking your Cow.

An old maid is like old almanack,
useless when once out of date;
If her ware is not sold in the morning,
at noon it goes at a low rate.

The fragrance of May is soon over,
garnish & with beauty you know;
All blooms are consum'd in October,
you pretty Maid milking your Cow.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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