
“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”



A Lady said to her Son—a poor young Squire:
“You must seek a Wife with a Fortune!”




“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”
“I'm going a-milking, Sir,” she said.



“Shall I go with you, my Pretty Maid?”
“Oh yes, if you please, kind Sir,” she said.


“What is your Father, my Pretty Maid?”

“My Father's a Farmer, Sir,” she said.
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