'Where are you going, my Pretty Maid', c1882. '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 fortune, my pretty maid? My face is my fortune, sir, she said. Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid. Nobody asked you, sir, she said.' From "The Milkmaid", illustrated by Randolph Caldecott. [c1882]