MY mother said That I never should Play with the gipsies In the wood; 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 comes 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE A BANJO SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TWO VARIATIONS ON AN OLD NURSEY RHYME: 2 by EDITH SITWELL |