Dabbling in the Dew/ Strawbery leaves make Maidens Fair
[Extract from unpublished MS. Predecessors, parodies, and sequels deleted here]

The Opies in 'The Oxford Book of Nursery Rhymes', #317, 1951, give the following version said to have been sung in 1698 at Cardew. This seems to connect the tune titles "Strawberry leaves made maidens fair," and "Where are you going my pretty fair maid." This seems to be the earliest good text known of the modern version. An earlier rotten expanded version follows

Whither are you going my pretty fair maid. said he
with your white face and your yellow hair?

I am going to the well, sweet sir, she said,
For Strawberry leaves make maidens fair.

Shall I go with thee pretty fair maid, he said, &c.
Do if you will, sweet sir, she said, &c.

What if I lay you down on the ground, &c.
I will rise up again, sweet Sir, she said, &c.
What if I do bring you with child, &c.
I will bear it, sweet Sir she said, &c.
Who will you have for father for your child, &c.
You shall be his father, sweet Sir, she said, &c.
What will you dor for whittles for your child, &c.
His father shall be a taylor, sweet Sir, she said, &c.

There was aparently a broadside ballad version, now lost of "Where are you going, my pretty maid", of about 1630. Fortunately the song was robust and the following dreadful version, of about 1689, didn't kill it. Indent 2nd and 4th lines of each verse.

A Merry new Dialogue Between a Courteous young Knight, and a gallant Milk-Maid

to Adams fall, or Jockey and Jenny, or where are you going my pritty Maid.

As I walked forth one Summers day
By a green Meadow I took my way,
I met with a bonny lass fresh and gay
with a fa la la la la le ro.
This bonny Lass was a handsome girl
I asked her questions above two or three
Word for word she answered me.
With a fa &.

Where art thou going my pritty Maid
A milking good sir she said.
Shall I go with thee my pritty maid?
with a fa
What will you do to with me sir she said
Talk of old stories my pritty Maid
You're kindly welcome sir she said.
with a fa &.

But what if I kiss thee my pritty Maid?
I hope you'll not hurt me sir she said.
I of a man yet ne're was afraid
with a fa &
Now if I get the with child my pritty maid
I'll give you the bearing on't sir she said
Thou art to be commended my pritty maid.
with a fa &.

But what if I unto the wars do go?
My pritty Maiden then what wilt thou do?
I'll put on Arms, and travel with you
with a fa &.
Alas pritty Maiden that must be not be
The bloody wars is not fitting for thee
Yet I commend the for thy constancy
with a fa &.

Hast thou any Parents my pritty maid?
Yes I have some good sir she said
My fathers a Black-smith by his trade
with a fa
Has he any means or Lands by the year?
O what portion can he give thee my dear
My portion good sir is my forehead I bear
with a fa &.

But what if I marry thee my pritty maid
What you will good sir she said
Thy wit and thy beauty my heart hath betrayed
with a fa &.
I'll make thee a Lady of high degree
If thou my Love and my wife will be
Lo yonder fine Bower is mine thou dost see
with a fa &.

Then let us walk to it my dearest quoth he
Nay pray you stay sir that must not be
My father and Mother first let us go see
with a fa &.
But when they came there this courteous young Knight
The old couple in him did take such delight
They made him so welcome he tarried all night
with a fa &

And in their discourse the Knight was so kind
Unto this old couple he told his mind
Where he much love and respect did find
with a fa
The old man replyed sir Knight quoth he
My daughters not fitting your bride to be
Yet the wait of her in Gold I'll give to thee
with a fa &.

Then wed her and bed her and take her away
And if you can love her by night and by day
Three thousand more i'le be bound you to pay
with a fa &,
The courteous knight then strait he replyed
Your pritty Milk-Maid shall be my bride
She'll ne're carry pale more what e're betide
with a fa &.

The Black-smith his daughter he cloated in Gold
The Knight was most rich and brave to behold
They seemed like two satuts cut out of one mould
with a fa &,
Then unto the church they strait took their way
And join'd both their loves in one night and day
with a fa &.

So farewell to Mary, to Peg and to Sue
And all pritty Maidens that dabbles i'th dew
See that in your Loves you ever prove true
with a fa &.
As credit you'll get if constant you be
For this pritty Milk-Maid did humble you see
Which made this young Knight & her to agree.
With a fa &.

Printed for W. Thackeray at the Golden Sugar-loaf in Duck-lane.