Where be you going, you Devon Maid?
And what have ye there in the Basket?
Ye tight little fairy just fresh from the dairy
Will you give me some cream if I ask it?

I love your hills, and I love your dales
And I love your flocks a-bleating --
But O, on the heather to lie together
With both our hearts a-beating!

I'll put your Basket all safe in the nook
Your shawl I'll hang on the willow
And we will sigh in the daisy's eye
And kiss on the grass green pillow