Randolph Caldecott 
The Milkmaid 

‘Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”I’m going a-milking, Sir, ‘ she said.’Shall I go with you, my Pretty Maid?”Oh yes, if you please, kind Sir, ‘ she said.’What is your Father, my Pretty Maid?”My Father’s a Farmer, Sir, ‘ she said.’Shall I marry you, my Pretty Maid?”Oh thank you, kindly, Sir, ‘ she said.’But what is your fortune, my pretty Maid?”My face is my fortune, Sir, ‘ she said………