Heigh ho! Who is there?

No one but me, my dear.

Please come say, How do?

The things I'll give to you.

By stroke as gentle as a feather

I'll catch a rainbow from the sky

And tie the ends together.

Heigh ho! I am here

Am I not young and fair?

Please come say, How do?

The things I'll show to you.

Would you have a wond'rous sight

The midday sun at midnight?

Fair maid, white and red,

Comb you smooth and stroke your head

How a maid can milk a bull!

And every stroke a bucketful.