Little barefoot Millie tumbled out to play By the farmhouse on the hillside late one autumn daySat with her dog Dasher under the apple tree Chatting away in a world of make-believeLittle barefoot Millie skipped towards the south Mama'd hung the washer and was back inside the houseBut tagging along was Dasher as Millie passed behind the hill Leaving the yard by the farmhouse deathly stillLeaving that yard by the farmhouse deathly stillMillieMillieLittle barefoot Millie her mother wept in vain It echoed up the hillside and drifted back againShe checked the sheds and checked the *** And put the wood aroundAnd the search began for Millie as the sun went downThe search began for Millie as the sun went downMillieMillieLittle barefoot Millie the desperate searchers cried As the little girl lay sleeping her protector by her sideAnd that's how Uncle Andy found her after dawn Curled up with her dog Dasher safe and warmCurled up with her dog Dasher safe and warmHe was lively in the litter that faithful working dog He and barefoot Millie were like two peas in a podAnd when they asked that little girl Where were you Millie crossed she saidI was lying next to Dasher I was never lost I was lying next to Dasher I was never lostMillieOh little Millie Little barefoot MillieMillieOh little Millie Little barefoot Millie