'SAY, whither goes my buxom maid <br /> All with the coal-black e'e?' <br />'Before I answer that,' she said, <br /> 'Give ear, and answer me. <br /> <br />'Pray, hast thou e'er thy counsel kept?' <br /> 'Ay, and still can,' said he: <br />'And so can I,' said she, and swept <br /> A-lilting o'er the lea.<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tit-for-tat-13/
