XV. Susan and Patty.
Oh! sister Susan! come, pray come,
And see how I have cut my thumb,
Cried little Patty Green;
It bleeds, it bleeds, what shall I do?
This knife has cut my finger too;
How naughty I have been!
My mother only yesterday,
I know, desired me not to play,
With knives so sharp and keen;
Oh dear, oh dear, what shall I do?
My father will be angry too,
I dare not now be seen!
Miss Susan said, I tell you what
We both will do, my dearest Pat,
I'll fetch a little salt;
And tie this piece of riband round,
And when we've cover'd up the wound,
Pray tell mamma the fault.