GRATEFUL LUCY.
As Lucy with her Mother walked,
She played and gamboled, laughed and talked
’Till, coming to the river side,
She slipped, and floated down the tide.
Her faithful Carlo being near,
Jumped in to save his mistress dear;
He drew her carefully to shore,
And Lucy lives and laughs once more.
Dear generous Carlo, Lucy said,
You ne’er shall want for meat or bread;
For every day before I dine,
Good Carlo shall have some of mine.
