Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE MILKMAID'S SONG. Tukn, turn, for my cheeks they burn, Turn by the dale, my Harry 1 Fill pail, fill pail, He has turned by the dale, And there by the style waits Harry. Fill, fill, Fill pail, fill, For there by the style waits Harry ! The world may go round, the world may stand still, But I can milk and marry, Fillpail, I can milk and marry. "Wheugh, wheugh ! Oh, if we two Stood down there now by the water, I know who 'd carry me over the ford As brave as a soldier, as proud as a lord, Tho' I don't live over the water. Wheugh, wheugh ! he's whistling thro', He's whistling " the farmer's daughter." Give down, give down, My crumpled brown! He shall not take the road to the town, For I '11 meet him beyond the water. Give down, give down, My crumpled brown I And send me to my Harry. The folk o' towns May have silken gowns, But I can milk and marry, Fillpail, I can milk and marry. Wheugh, wheugh ! he has whistled thro', He has whistled thro' the water. Fill, fill, with a will, a will, For he's whistled thro' the water, And he's whistling down The way to the town, And it's not " the farmer's daughter !" Churr, churr! goes the cockchafer, The sun sets over the water, Churr, churr ! goes the cockchafer, I 'm too late for my Harry ! And, oh, if he goes a-soldiering, The cows they may low, the bells they may ring, But I '11 neither milk nor marry, Fillpail, Neither milk nor marry. My brow beats on thy flank, Fillpail, Give down, good wench, give down ! I know the primrose bank, Fillpail, Between him and the town. Give down, good wench, give down, Fillpail And he shall not reach the town! Strain, strain ! he's whistling again, He's nearer by half ...