as i walked out one morning fair it being in the month of june the dew was sparkling on the grass and the small birds in full tune and when returning from a walk by the fields i chanced to stray it was there i met my heart s delight by the dawning of the day her head and beautiful neck were bare and mantle none she wore her golden hair in ringlets fair it hung her shoulders o er her rosy cheeks and ruby lips they stole my heart away and i stood to stare at that venus fair at the dawning of the day where are you going my pretty fair maid where are you going so soon i m going a milking my cow kind sir it being in the month of june the pasture that my cow feeds on it lies so far away and i ve got to be there each morning fair at the dawning of the day come sit you down my pretty fair maid supposing it was a mile come sit you down on this primrose bank and we will chat a while with the lambs all sporting on every side and the meadows blooming gay i ll pledge to you my heart and hand at the dawning of the day oh no kind sir the maid replied i cannot tarry now my parents wait for my return from the milking of my cow but perhaps we ll meet some other time if you chance to pass this way she gently glided from my sight at the dawning of the day