Where
are you going my pretty, pretty maid,
I’m
going a-milking, kind sir, she said;
May
I go with you, my pretty, pretty maid,
I’m
afraid you cannot, kind sir, she said.
Why
not? And he tried to take the pail –
The
whale might trike you with its tail.
March
19, 1912
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