“Where are you going, my pretty maid?”

“where are you going, my pretty maid?” “I am 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 won’t marry you, my pretty maid.” “Nobody asked you, sir,” she said.

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IV. Wooing and Winning