  Mamma had ordered Ann, the maid, Miss Caroline to wash; And put on with her clean white frock A handsome muslin sash. But Caroline began to cry, For what you cannot think: She said, "Oh, that's an ugly sash; I'll have my pretty pink." Papa, who in the parlour heard Her make the noise and rout, That instant went to Caroline, To whip her, there's no doubt. |
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