willows song

Heigh ho!
Who is there?
No one but me, my dear.
Please come say, how do?
The things Ill give to you.
A stroke as gentle as a feather
Ill 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 Ill show to you.
Would you have a wondrous sight?
Emmm...
The midday sun at midnight.
Fair maid, white and red,
Comb you smooth and stroke your head.
Emmm...mmm...
How a maid can milk a bull!
And every stroke a bucketful.
Hmmm...