The MilkmaidR. Caldecott’sPicture Books“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”George Routledge & SonsThe Milkmaid.The MILKMAID.An Old Song exhibited and explainedin many designs by R. Caldecott.ALadysaid to her Son—a poor youngSquire:“You must seek a Wife with a Fortune!”“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.“Then I can’t marry you, my Pretty Maid!”“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.“Sir!” she said.“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.
The MilkmaidR. Caldecott’sPicture Books“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”George Routledge & Sons
The MilkmaidR. Caldecott’sPicture Books“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”George Routledge & Sons
The Milkmaid
R. Caldecott’sPicture Books
“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”
George Routledge & Sons
The Milkmaid.
The MILKMAID.An Old Song exhibited and explainedin many designs by R. Caldecott.
ALadysaid to her Son—a poor youngSquire:“You must seek a Wife with a Fortune!”
ALadysaid to her Son—a poor youngSquire:“You must seek a Wife with a Fortune!”
ALadysaid to her Son—a poor youngSquire:“You must seek a Wife with a Fortune!”
“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”“I’m going a-milking, Sir,” she said.
“Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”“I’m going a-milking, Sir,” she said.
“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.
“Shall I go with you, my Pretty Maid?”“Oh yes, if you please, kind 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?”
“What is your Father, my Pretty Maid?”
“What is your Father, my Pretty Maid?”
“My Father’s a Farmer, Sir,” she said.
“My Father’s a Farmer, Sir,” she said.
“My Father’s a Farmer, Sir,” she said.
“Shall I marry you, my Pretty Maid?”“Oh thank you, kindly, Sir,” she said.
“Shall I marry you, my Pretty Maid?”“Oh thank you, kindly, 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.
“But what is your fortune, my Pretty Maid?”“My face is my fortune, Sir,” she said.
“But 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.
“Then I can’t marry you, my Pretty Maid!”“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.
“Then I can’t marry you, my Pretty Maid!”“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.
“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.
“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.
“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.
“Sir!” she said.
“Sir!” she said.
“Sir!” she said.
“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.
“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.
“Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.