Poem The Wind and The Moon
The Wind and The Moon
Poem Where are You Going, My Pretty Maid?

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,”…

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The Lost Doll
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“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.

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