MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. 39
LITTLE maid, pretty maid,
whither goest thou? Down in the forest to milk
my cow. Shall I go with thee? No.
not now; When I 6end for thee, then
LITTLE lad, little lad, where wast thou born ?
Far off, in Lancashire, under a thorn,
Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn.