"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, 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 can't marry you, my pretty maid." "Nobody asked you, sir," she said."

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