WHERE are you going to, my pretty maid? I'm going a-milking, sir, she said, Sir, she said, sir, she said, I'm going a-milking, sir, she said. May I go with you, my pretty maid? You're kindly welcome, sir, she said, Sir, she said, sir, she said, You're kindly welcome, sir, she said. Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid? Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said, Sir, she said, sir, she said, Yes, if you please, kind sir, she said. What is your father, my pretty maid? My father's a farmer, sir, she said, Sir, she said, sir, she said, My father's a farmer, sir, she said. What is your fortune, my pretty maid? My face is my fortune, sir, she said, Sir, she said, sir, she said, My face is my fortune, sir, she said. Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid. Nobody asked you, sir, she said, Sir, she said, sir, she said, Nobody asked you, sir, she said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE BRAVEST BATTLE by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT THE SEA-LIMITS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: LOVE IS WISER THAN AMBITION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |