Ann Taylor

Little Ann and her mother were walking one day Through London's wide city so fair,
And business obliged them to go by the way That led them through Cavendish Square
And as they pass'd by the great house of a Lord, A beautiful chariot the...

Poor Martha is old, and her hair is turn'd grey, And her hearing has left her for many a year;
Ten to one if she knows what it is that you say, Though she puts her poor wither'd hand close to her ear
I've seen naughty children run after ...

RE was one little Jim, 'Tis reported of him,
And must be to his lasting disgrace,
That he never was
With hands at all clean,

IN an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend

"I
NK I want some pies this morning," Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
So down he threw his slate and books,
And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's

AH,
Mary
what, do you for dolly not care
And why is she left on the floor

Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to-day;
Run along, and never fear,
I'll take care of baby dear: