Garden needs tending, boys haven't time,
For they have lessons, and work is behind;
The wood needs chopping, and then sometimes
Boys like to earn for mother a dime.
For they have lessons, and work is behind;
The wood needs chopping, and then sometimes
Boys like to earn for mother a dime.
May's dress must be altered for the ball,
For Mary's the eldest, the pride of all;
She coaches children that on her call,
And one is now waiting in the hall.
For Mary's the eldest, the pride of all;
She coaches children that on her call,
And one is now waiting in the hall.
Dinner is served to the hungry boys,
Who are bright and good, but oh! such noise.
The baby is crying for her toys,
That are broken, and thus have spoiled her joys-
Who are bright and good, but oh! such noise.
The baby is crying for her toys,
That are broken, and thus have spoiled her joys-
The dishes are washed.—I try to rest,
But the boys have torn baby's new dress;
They were playing,—but boys, you may guess,
Are not gentle—oh, they do their best.
But the boys have torn baby's new dress;
They were playing,—but boys, you may guess,
Are not gentle—oh, they do their best.
When I finished mending baby's dress,
I heard my sick one in deep distress;
The pain is getting quite bad, I guess;
So to sooth my child I do my best.
I heard my sick one in deep distress;
The pain is getting quite bad, I guess;
So to sooth my child I do my best.
And when her pinched and tear-stained face
Lies pensive and sad in its usual place
Upon my breast, a sweet comfort I trace
In the love of my angel child, Grace.
Lies pensive and sad in its usual place
Upon my breast, a sweet comfort I trace
In the love of my angel child, Grace.
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