. Hints to ping,The art to stand stock-still and Master that theyre getting old,And one on em has got a cold,When at the alehouse youve a call,And not inclined to drive at all. If Master takes a short excursion,Get drunk, and play up Mags diversion;Pass some deep pit close to the brink,To show you re none the worse for drink ;And swear you cant decline October,Or drive quite well if youre quite sober ! 62 THE NURSERY MAID. Let children always, when theyre ill,Both eat and drink whateer they will;Although forbid by Doctor Diet,Twill do em good, and keep em l
. Hints to ping,The art to stand stock-still and Master that theyre getting old,And one on em has got a cold,When at the alehouse youve a call,And not inclined to drive at all. If Master takes a short excursion,Get drunk, and play up Mags diversion;Pass some deep pit close to the brink,To show you re none the worse for drink ;And swear you cant decline October,Or drive quite well if youre quite sober ! 62 THE NURSERY MAID. Let children always, when theyre ill,Both eat and drink whateer they will;Although forbid by Doctor Diet,Twill do em good, and keep em love you—all, and take it kind too,To throw their physic out of window:Remember, though, tis quite as wellTo bid the poor things not to tellDo for your Mistress just the same,If laid up either sick or lame ;And if she longs,—whateer the food,Engage that it will do her if she goes to whip a child,Declare youre druv distracted, wild;And swear to leave her place youd ruther,Than live with such a cruel mother !. THE NURSERY MAID. THE NURSERY MAID. 63 But dont go far enough to fret her ;Shell scold, but love you all the LetterFor taking the i dear childrens part,—Youve railly such a tender heart! Yet when youre flirting in the park,Make em stop out till quite pitch dark ;And if so be as how they cry, Theyll go to Bogey certain-ly! THE DAIRY-MAID. Be ever putting forth a splutter Of the fatigue of making butter : Even in summer you must learn Always to have a scalding churn. Cream a week old at least desire, And churn close to the kitchen fire. But of your business, still the great art Is,—saving cream for your own sweetheart! 64 THE WET NURSE. Perchance, should you the child let fall/Confessing it wont do at all;None can the secret eer discover,And if it dies, the dangers your own breast confine the bilk,And save—your breasteziz of such as live as soon as may be,Out o the way of the next baby. THE LAUNDRESS. When such a fantigue you have been in,Y
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