Classic Poem

I am a young dairy maid, buxom and tight,
In minding my dairy I take great delight,
In making of butter and cheese that is new,
And a young man to play with my how do you do.

With my gee ho Dobbin, drive on your waggon,
Drive on your waggon, gee up and gee ho.

The first was young Johnny, a pretty ploughboy,
He called me his honey delight and his joy,
He kissed me so sweetly, my cheeks gave a pat,
And he's welcome at all times to a share for all that.

The next was a young shepherd, a buxom young lad,
And many's the frolic together we've had,
He used me so kindly, he shoved it in tight,
And he played a sweet tune on his Tabarin pipe.

The waggoners they are all jolly blades,
They know very well how to please the young maids,
They are hearty and willing, good-natured and free,
And these are the boys that shall do it for me.

My mother she told me of men to beware,
Unless they should draw my poor heart in a snare,
But for all her advice I care not a fig,
The young men shall play with my hairy wig.

My snatch is my own, and the ground is the king's,
It is free for a young man that brings a good thing,
Let him be ever so strong and ever so stout,
I'll warrant I'll make him quickly give out.