“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.