Song—Lydia Banks (in Polka time).
I'm the child by Miss Jane Taylor sung;
Unnaturally good for one so young—
A pattern for the people that I go among,
With my moral little tags on the tip of my tongue.
And I often feel afraid that I shan't live long,
For I never do a thing that's rude or wrong!
Chorus (to which the Bull beats time).
As a general rule, one doesn't live long,
If you never do a thing that's rude or wrong!
Second Verse.
My words are all with wisdom fraught,
To make polite replies I've sought;
And learned by independent thought,
That a pinafore, inked, is good for nought.
So wonderfully well have I been taught,
That I turn my toes as children ought!
Chorus (to which the Bull dances).
This moral lesson she's been taught—
She turns her toes as children ought!
Lydia (sweetly). Yes, I'm the Farmer's daughter—Lydia Banks;
No person ever caught me playing pranks!
I'm loved by all the live-stock on the farm,
[Ironical applause from the Bull.
Pigeons I've plucked will perch upon my arm,
And pigs at my approach sit up and beg.
[Business by Bull.