Maidie

If you go in / You’re sure to win— / Yours will be the charming maidie: / Be your law / The ancient saw, / “Faint heart never won fair lady!”

Like a lady, like a lady, like a highly educated little maidie; / When they praised her summer hats, by the way she answers “rats!” / You can tell she is ev’ry inch a lady, like a lady.

There be a little maidie o’ mine down to Marazion, livin’ with her granny; […]

See, my little maidie, / On the promenade / ’Long the shore, more and more / Couples gayly clad.

Good-by, little maidie, I never shall stand / In your sunshine, my darling, my rose of the land!

Aren’t you going to come and see us, my little maidie?

“Pleased to meet you, little maidie,” he said, shaking hands. “My name’s Arnby. You look a right canny lass. How old would you happen to be?” “I’m eleven, sir.[…]”