Classic Poem

'Tis down in the valley my father does dwell—
See, Mary on yonder stile is leaning—
And all that the cottage produces I sell,
And earn him a little by gleaning.

Then I must away by the break of the day,
My basket to fill by the water,
To earn all I can for my father, poor man,
For I am his only daughter.

Besides, there is William has fetched from the valley
Three pretty cows from old Mary,
He'll soon want some one, for he told me he should,
A maid to look after his dairy.

So he asked me to go, and I could not say no,
For it's only just over the water;
So he asked me to go, and I could not say no,
For I am the only daughter.