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