Where are you going to, My pretty maid?
I'm going a-milking, sir, She said.
Shall I go with you, My pretty maid?
Yes, if you please, kind sir, She said.
What is your father, My pretty maid?
My father's a farmer, sir, She said.
What is your fortune, My pretty maid?
My face is my fortune, sir, She said.
Then I can't marry you, My pretty maid.
Nobody asked you, sir, She said.
# posted by SV @ 10/12/2003 08:01:00 AM