A Nursery Rhyme

My mother said
That I never should
Play with Gypsies
In the woods
If I did she would say,
Naughty girl to disobey.
Your hair shan't curl,
Your shoes shan't shine,
You naughty girl
You shan't be mine.
My father said
That if I did
He'd bang my head
With the teapot lid

The wood was dark
The grass was green
Up come Sally
With a tambourine;
Alpaca frock,
New scarf-shawl,
White straw bonnet
And a pink parasol.
I went to the river-
No ship to get across,
I paid ten shillings
For an old blind horse;
I up on his back
And off in a crack
Sally tell my mother
I shall never come back

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