The Real Mother Goose

«·LITTLE TOM TUCKER · THE OLD WOMAN OF GLOUCESTER·»

WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID

“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 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 can’t marry you, my pretty maid.”
“Nobody asked you, sir,” she said. Where are You Going, My Pretty Maid?

«·LITTLE TOM TUCKER · THE OLD WOMAN OF GLOUCESTER·»