When the morning sun, &c.

Two of them red, and two of them white,

Two of them yellow and silky bright,

She told him her master's cows aright,

Though he was not her sweetheart.

When the morning sun, &c.

She sat and milk'd in the morning sun,

And when her milking was over and done,

She found him waiting, all as one

As if he were her sweetheart.