Where Are You Going, My Pretty Maid Lyrics

Where are you going, my pretty maid?

I'm going a milking, sir, she said.

May I go with you, my pretty maid?

You're kindly welcome, 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.