‘Coming, sir!’ said she:
‘What bringeth these three gentlemen here,
Without the leave of me?’
‘You old fool! you blind fool!
Can’t you, won’t you, see?
They are three milking-maids,
That my mother sent to me.’
‘Odds bobs, here’s fun! Milking-maids with breeches on!
The likes I never see!
I cannot go a mile from home