Nursery Rhyme. CLXVIII. Songs.

    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.

    Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?
    Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said.
    Will you be constant, my pretty maid?
    That I can't promise you, sir, she said.
    Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid!
    Nobody asked you, sir! she said.