And as we were walking along, the laundress caught my eye; and
'Betty Martin,' says Miss B., 'where do you hang out your clothes?'
She came to a well after that; and, really, I am almost ashamed to tell,
But, upon my word, she behav'd exceedingly ill about that well.
She began to kick the bucket; and to a man who was chopping down a tree,
She said: 'What are you with that axe about?' which was very rude indeed of Miss B.;
And when he left off chopping, she said, 'Why don't you cut your stick?'
The man was just then chopping a piece of wood that was thick.
Now this made him quite confus'd; and in his hurry his skill to show off,
He made a slip with his axe, and chopped poor Miss Brigg's little toe off.