Heigh ho ! Who is there ?
No one but me, my dear.
Please come say, How do ?
The things I'll give to you.
By stroke as gentle as a feather
I'll catch a rainbow from the sky
And tie the ends together.
Heigh ho ! I am here
Am I not young and fair ?
Please come say, How do ?
The things I'll show to you.
Would you have a wond'rous sight
The midday sun at midnight ?
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your head
How a maid can milk a bull !
And every stroke a bucketful.
