One morning in the month of June
As from my cot' I strayed
Just at the dawning of the day
I met with a charming maid

'Good morning you, whither?' said I
'Good morning to you now'
The maid replied, 'kind sir' she cried
'I've lost my spotted cow'

'No longer weep, no longer mourn
Your cow's not lost my dear
I saw her down in yonder grove
Come love and I'll show you where'

'I must confess you're very kind
I thank you sir,' said she
'We will be sure her there to find
Come sweetheart, go with me'

And in the grove they spent the day
They thought it passed too soon
At night they homeward bent their way
While brightly shone the moon

If he should cross the flowery dale
Or go to view the plough
She comes and calls, 'You gentle swain
I've lost my spotted cow