First Line: BROWNIE, BROWNIE, LET DOWN YOUR MILK Last Line: NO SWEETER SCENTED THAN YOUR BREATH. Subject(s): MILK; MILKMEN; MILKMAIDS;
BROWNIE, Brownie, let down your milk, White as swansdown and smooth as silk, Fresh as dew and pure as snow: For I know where the cowslips blow, And you shall have a cowslip wreath No sweeter scented than your breath.
