Where Are You Going

Where are you going, my pretty maid?
“I’m going a-milking, sir,” she said.
May I go with you, my pretty maid?
“You’re kindly welcome, 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.

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