DABBLING IN THE DEW Dabbling in the Dew 1. O where are you going to, my pretty little dear, With your red rosie cheeks, and your coal black hair? I’m going a milking, kind sir, she answered me, And it’s dabbling in the dew makes the milkmaids fair. 2. Suppose I were to clothe you, my pretty little dear, In … Weiterlesen →