Where Are You Going, My Pretty Maid?

  "Where are you going, my pretty maid?"   "I am 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, my 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 won't marry your my pretty maid."   "Nobody asked you, sir," she said. ANONYMOUS