It is about
A week ago,
We were promised,
Sis, you know,
Were we good,
We should to-day
Take the coach
And ride away.
Cousins now
Are all at home;
Glad they’ll be
To see us come.
Oh, how pleasant
’Tis to ride,
All along
The river side!
Sister, come,
Do not delay,
’Tis quite time
To start away.
Now you’r crying!
Are’nt you well?
What’s the matter?
Mary, tell?
THE FIRST LIE.
Brother, do not
Ask me why!
Yet, you’ll hear,—
I’ve told a lie!
And here, shut up,
I’m doomed to stay,
And weep and mourn
The livelong day!
Dear Harry I’m
Afraid that you
And Harriet,
Will hate me too.