Her god-mother came to lend her aid,
And her power is not small
To help her god-daughter to go
To this fine prince’s ball.
This coach was once a pumpkin,
By the fairy changed from that,
The footmen once were lizards green,
The coachman once a rat.
Now having danced with the prince,
He led her to her place,
While all the ladies at the ball
Envied her handsome face;
Behold the clock now striking twelve,
Out Cinderella run,
And happily got out of door
Just as the clock had done.
But in her haste to get away,
One of her slippers fell,
Which the young prince himself pick’d up,
And it pleased him so well,
That straight he offer’d a reward,
It was ten thousand pound,
To any person that could tell
Where the owner could be found.
And now the sisters tried in vain
The slipper to get on;
Said Cinderella, let me try,
Dear sisters, when you’ve done;
She tried, and on it went with ease
To the foot of Cinderella,
Said She, I think the slipper’s mine,
See here I’ve got the fellow.
THE CHILD’S NEW YEAR’S GIFT.
