At the conclusion of the song, all sat silent as if in a dead calm, the wind having abandoned their sails, and them left staring into their ales, when another of their number threw back his head and let go with a Hey! Hey! Hooooo....! and began to sing, and the rest of them did join with him in the midpoint of the first verse, and this their song:
In the morning dew
I did I spy
A pretty lass a walking
And in the pails across her shoulders she bore
Milk filled to the brim a sloshing
I asked her where
Oh, where was she bound
So early in the morning…she said…
To the market, sure, in yonder town
And showed no sign of slowing…and I said…
Let me carry your pails
And be you my wife
Quick now the day is dawning
She slapped my face
But her eyes held a wicked trace
Then o’er the hills were we rolling
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