So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren, requesting to be heard.
O, dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,
You shall feed on cherry-pie and drink new currant wine,
I’ll dress you like a goldfinch or any peacock gay;
So, dearest Jen, if you’ll be mine, let us appoint the day.
Jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind:
Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I take your offer kind;
Cherry-pie is very nice and so is currant wine,
But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine.
| [Cushy Cow bonny, let down your milk,] And I will give you a gown of silk, A gown of silk and a silver tee, If you’ll let down your milk to me. |