Who marred my stealthy urchin joys
And when I played cried "What a noise?"—
Girls always hector over boys—
My Sister.
Who used to share in what was mine,
Or took it all, did he incline,
'Cause I was eight, and he was nine?
My Brother.
Who stroked my head, and said "Good lad,"
And gave me sixpence, "all he had";