Isobel Campbell - Dabbling in the Dew lyrics

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"