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