Milkmaids dream

I’m on my way to market, to sell my pail of milk

My dress is simple, shabby and torn,

Someday it will be of silk,

Soft and elegant silk, soft and elegant silk.

I’ll buy a hen with speckles that lays two eggs a day.

I’ll sell them to the minister’s wife,

And she will handsomely pay.

She will handsomely pay.

She will handsomely pay.

Then I’ll buy me a gown in a color that suits me best.

And I’ll tie up my hair with a ribbon to match,

And be prettier than all the rest.

And all the young men will admire me.

And many will see and desire me. They’ll kneel at my feet,

They’ll beg me to dance,

I’ll not even give them a glance.