The Milk-maid ne'er is in the Dumps 

 While there is Water in the Pumps, 

 While she the Briny breezes sniffs 

 Seeing the Chalk of England's cliffs. 



Merrily ho ! 



The Milk-maids go, 

 Singing their roundelav, 



Milk below! 



The Milk-maid has a smiling Face, 

 She walks the Town with matchless grace, 

 She carries Cans, and those who pass, 

 If Scotchmen, cry " The canny Lass! " 



Merrily ho ! 



The Milk-maids go, 

 Singing their roundelay. 



Milk below! 



Of her pet Cow she sings in Praise 

 A song, ** The light of Udder days." 

 The Milking-maids know, far and wide. 

 The tune whereof the old Cow died. 

 Merrily ho ! 

 The ^Iilk-maids go, 

 Singing their roundelay, 

 Milk below! 



She loves the Sky and all that's Blue, 

 And to her Colin she'll be true. 

 O, if you'd lead a Happy life, 

 Go take a Milk-maid for your Wife. 



Merrily ho I 



The \iilk-maids go, 

 Singing their roundelay, 



Milk below I 



Ch ovus of 3J / 1 k m a i d s. 



As sung at a Cafe o' Lay (or Caf Ch intanf,) 



