The Pretty Maid

It was on a fine summer's morning

The birds sweetly tune on each bough

And as I walked out for my pleasure

I saw a maid milking a cow

Her voice was so enchanting, melodious

Left me quite unable to go

My heart, it was loaded with sorrow

For the pretty girl milking her cow

Then to her I made my advances

"Good morrow, most beautiful maid

Your beauty my heart so entrances"

"Pray, sir, do not banter," she said

"I'm not such a rare precious jewel

That I should enamor you so

I am but a poor little milk girl"

Says the pretty girl milking her cow

"The Indies afford no such jewel

So bright, so transparently clear

Ah do not add flames to my funeral

Oh had I the lamp of Aladdin

Or the wealth that gold mines can bestow

I would rather be poor in a cottage

With the pretty girl milking her cow