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

I love your Meads, and I love your flowers
And I love your junkets mainly
But 'hind the door I love kissing more
O look not so disdainly

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 a nook
Your shawl I hang up on the willow
And we will sigh in the daisy's eye
And kiss on a grass green pillow