Milky Maidenhead from MILKY MAIDENHEAD by Andrew Liles

O' fair young milky maiden where have ye been?
I yearn for your crimson folds, my fairy queen
I long to caress soft creamy white flesh
... and smell apple scented fresh breath

O' fair young milky maiden have ye lit the winter lights?
Are you moist on these cold, damp, lonely dark nights?
Warming yourself inside, stoking the fire
Caressing your kitten, so full o' desire

O' fair young milky maiden at last it's spring
Fat cows in green fields can hear you sing
I see you yonder, upon a stool squeezing teats
White juice on your hands, staining your pleats

O' fair young milky maiden here comes a summers eve
Let us frolic down to the village to drink wine and mead
On the morn we can churn my cheese and butter
With help from your little sister and baby brother

O' fair young milky maiden the autumn is calling
Around us red and golden leaves a' falling
My hot roasted chestnuts explode in your mouth
But for now I must leave you and go down south

O' fair young milky maiden what have you to sell?
Using your soft hands that can milk one so well
Let me lay upon your gentle down kept so soft
Rigid I stand among the hay, in the croft

O' fair young milky maiden where have ye been?
I yearn for your crimson folds, my fairy queen
I long to caress soft creamy white flesh
... and smell apple scented fresh breath

• Experimental
• ambient
• andrew liles
• avant garde
• drone
• experimental-metal
• folk
• folktronica
• nurse with wound
• sound art
• United Kingdom