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The Milking Maid.

W HERE are you going to, my pretty maid ?
‘I’m going a-milking, sir, she said.

‘May I go with you, my pretty maid ?

‘Yes, if you please, kind sir,’ she said.

‘Now, what is your fortune, my pretty maid?

‘Oh, my face is my fortune, sir,’ she said.

‘Then I will not marry you, my pretty maid.’
‘ Nobody asked you, sir,’ she said.

 

Then he turned on his heel, and he left the maid ;

‘And thank you for going, sir, she said.

Then young Roger came by, and he kissed the maid.
‘Now, what are you after, sir ” she said.

‘I would make you my wife, dear, my own pretty maid ;
For your face is your fortune.’ ‘Oh, sir! she said.
‘Then when will you marry me, my pretty maid ?

‘Oh, just name your own time, then, kind sir,’ she said.