WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY
MAID?

"WHERE are you going, my pretty maid?"
"I'm going a-rnilking, 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.

'Say will you marry me, my pretty maid?" "Yes, if you please, kind sir," she said. "What is your fortune, my pretty maid ?" "My face is my fortune, sir," she said. "Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid!" "Nobody asked you, sir!" she said.

WOOING.

ADAM, I am come to court you,
If your favour I can gain."

"Ah! ah!" said she, "you're a bold
fellow,

If e'er I see your face again."

"Madam, I have rings and diamonds,

Madam, I have houses and land; Madam, I have a world of treasure; All shall be at your command."

"I care not for rings and diamonds, I care not for houses and land;

I care not for a world of treasure,

"

So that I have but a handsome man."

'Madam, you think much of beauty,

Beauty hasteneth to decay;

For the fairest of flowers that grow in summer, Will decay and fade away."

THE CAMBRIC SHIRT.

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"CAN you

THE CAMBRIC SHIRT.

make me a cambric shirt,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Without any seam or needlework?
And you will be a true lover of mine.

"Can you wash it in yonder well,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
Where never sprung water nor rain ever fell?
And you will be a true lover of mine.

"Can you dry it on yonder thorn,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

Which never bore blossom since Adam was born? And you will be a true lover of mine."

"Now you have asked me questions three,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme;

I hope you will answer as many for me,
And you will be a true lover of mine.

"Can you find me an acre of land,

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Between the salt water and the sea sand?

And you will be a true lover of mine.

"Can you plough it with a ram's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn?
And you will be a true lover of mine.
"Can you reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,
And bind it up with a peacock's feather?
And you
will be a true lover of mine.

" When you have done it, and finished your work, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme,

Come to me for your cambric shirt,