The Milkmaid

“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. “Shall I marry you, my Pretty Maid?” “Oh thank you, kindly, Sir,” she said. “But what is your fortune, my pretty Maid?” “My face is my fortune, Sir,” she said. ........