Nancy Dawson Was So Fine
Nancy Dawson was so fine
She wouldn't get up to serve the swine;
She lies in bed till eight or nine,
So it's Oh, poor Nancy Dawson.
And do ye ken* Nancy Dawson, honey?
The wife who sells the barley, honey?
She won't get up to feed her swine,
And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?
Notes
*Know or recognize
Comments
This rhyme and illustration can be found in The Real Mother Goose (1916), illustrated by Blanche Fisher Wright.
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