What is his father, my pretty maid?
His father’s a lawyer, sir, she said.
Say, has he married you, my pretty maid?
No, an it please you, kind sir, she said.
What will you do then, my pretty maid?
I’ll sue on his promise, sir, she said.
Then has he a fortune, my pretty maid!
He’s got one—at present—sir, she said.
Penzance.
The Weekly Dispatch. April 13, 1884.