Nursery Rhyme. CXXX. Songs.

    Oh, where are you going,
        My pretty maiden fair,
    With your red rosy cheeks,
        And your coal-black hair?
    I'm going a-milking,
        Kind sir, says she;
    And it's dabbling in the dew,
        Where you'll find me.

    May I go with you,
        My pretty maiden fair, &c.
    Oh, you may go with me,
        Kind sir, says she, &c.

    If I should chance to kiss you,
        My pretty maiden fair, &c.
    The wind may take it off again,
        Kind sir, says she, &c.

    And what is your father,
        My pretty maiden fair, &c.
    My father is a farmer,
        Kind sir, says she, &c.

    And what is your mother,
        My pretty maiden fair, &c.
    My mother is a dairy-maid,
        Kind sir, says she, &c.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCIII. Love And Matrimony.

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    May I go with you, my pretty maid?
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLX. Love And Matrimony.

    "Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"
    "Down in the forest to milk my cow."
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Nursery Rhyme. CXLV. Songs.

    Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,
    My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;
    She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly,
    For fear the young men should do me some harm.
        Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
        What naughty tricks they put upon me:

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXVII. Songs.

    Up at Piccadilly oh!
        The coachman takes his stand,
    And when he meets a pretty girl,
        He takes her by the hand;
            Whip away for ever oh!
            Drive away so clever oh!
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    He drives her four-in-hand.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLIX. Songs.

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    She minds her dairy,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXII. Games.

        [A stands with a row of girls (her daughters) behind her; B, a suitor, advances.]

    B.    Trip trap over the grass: If you please will you let one of
                        your [eldest] daughters come,
                Come and dance with me?
                I will give you pots and pans, I will give you brass,
                I will give you anything for a pretty lass.
    A.    says, "No."
    B.    I will give you gold and silver, I will give you pearl,
                I will give you anything for a pretty girl.
    A.    Take one, take one, the fairest you may see.
    B.    The fairest one that I can see
                Is pretty Nancy, - come to me.

        [B carries one off, and says:]

                You shall have a duck, my dear,
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