Little barefoot Millie tumbled out to play By the farmhouse on the hillside late one autumn day
Sat with her dog Dasher under the apple tree Chatting away in a world of make-believe
Little barefoot Millie skipped towards the south Mama'd hung the washer and was back inside the house
But tagging along was Dasher as Millie passed behind the hill Leaving the yard by the farmhouse deathly still
Leaving that yard by the farmhouse deathly still
Millie
Millie
Little barefoot Millie her mother wept in vain It echoed up the hillside and drifted back again
She checked the sheds and checked the dam And put the wood around
And the search began for Millie as the sun went down
The search began for Millie as the sun went down
Millie
Millie
Little barefoot Millie the desperate searchers cried As the little girl lay sleeping her protector by her side
And that's how Uncle Andy found her after dawn Curled up with her dog Dasher safe and warm
Curled up with her dog Dasher safe and warm
He was lively in the litter that faithful working dog He and barefoot Millie were like two peas in a pod
And when they asked that little girl Where were you Millie crossed she said
I was lying next to Dasher I was never lost I was lying next to Dasher I was never lost
Millie
Oh little Millie Little barefoot Millie
Millie
Oh little Millie Little barefoot Millie