OH the pumpkin red, oh the gourd decayed, I am my father's mischievous maid; I am my brother's dear little sister; I am my sister-in-law's fly-blister. Father, when I marry, what will you give? A box and a ward-robe you shall receive. Mother, when I marry, what will you bring? A little work-basket full of everything. Brother, when I marry, what will come from you? A fancy cloth towel; think that will do? My happiness, sister, you will not mar? I'll give a broken bottle and a little smashed jar, And send you, you nuisance, away very far. |