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.