| Her heart beat strong; she gave a bound, Down came the milk-pail on the ground, Eggs, fowls, pig, hog, (ah! well-a-day,) Cow, calf, and farm, all swam away. |
| Why is this silly girl so vain? Looking in the glass again; For the meekest flower of Spring, Is a gayer little thing. |
| I little thought that thus forlorn, In deserts I should bide; And have not where to lay my head, Amid the World so wide. |
| Dear lady, she cries, and tears trickle down, Relieve a poor beggar, I pray; I've wander'd all hungry about the wide town, And have not eat a morsel to-day. |
