The Milkmaid / R. Caldecott's Picture Books

“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”
A Lady said to her Son—a poor young Squire:
“You must seek a Wife with a Fortune!”
“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?”