The Pretty Maid Milkin' her Cow

It was early one fine summer's mornin'

When the birds sat and sung odden each bough，

I heard a young damsel thus singin'，

Thedden as she sat milkin' her cow.

She sang with a voice so melodious，

Which made me scarce able to go，

For my heart it ė was ė smothered with sorrow，

By the pretty maid milkin' her cow.