Young man's dream/The Milk-Maid

The MILK-MAID.

THE lark proclaim'd return of morn,
When Dolly tript across the lawn;
Young Colin follow'd with his flail,
She went to fill her milking-pail:
He lov’d and begg'd she’d hear him now,
She answer’d she must milk her cow.

CHORUS.

He lov’d and begg’d she’d hear him now,
She answer’d the must milk her cow ;
Milk her cow, milk her cow,
She answer’d the must milk her cow.

He sighing vow’d he lov’d her more,
Than, ever youth did nymph before ;
With raptures prais’d her finest charms,
And press'd the fair one to his arms.
She bade him keep his distance now,
Nor hinder her to milk her cow: &c.
Milk her cow, &c.

Fair maid, he cry’d, could you approve.
An artless shepherd’s honest love ;
Yon little farm, yon flocks are mine,
All with their master's heart are thine;
Then begg'd she wou’d his flame allow,
She answer’d the must milk her cow :
Milk her cow. &c.

Not so repuls’d the comely youth ;
With kisses, prayers and vows of truth,
So pleas’d the nymph, she smil’d consent,
And to the church they instant went,
His flame she did not disallow,
But quite forgot to milk her cow: &c.