  How mischievous it was, when Will Push'd his young sister down the hill, Then ran away, a naughty boy, Although he heard her sadly cry! Their mother, who was walking out, Saw the rude trick, and heard him shout; With gentle voice, but angry nod, She threaten'd Willy with the rod. But Mary Anne, afraid of this, Begg'd they might now be friends and kiss: She said, "Mamma, I feel no pain, And Willy won't do so again." Then Willy call'd his sister "good," And said he "never, never would." |
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