SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG IX

DID you see young pouting WATTY? Did you see him late I pray? He has been so very naughty, That he can't go out to-day.

See, now, at the door I spy him, He for very spite and shame, Bites his lip, don't let's go nigh him, 'Till he owns he is to blame.

He's a stubborn boy, my Nancy, Stubborn folks ne'er want for woe; But correction will, I fancy, Make him yet his errours know.

If it does not, still offending All who wish him well to do; Without any hope of mending, Ruin must his steps pursue.

Then let you and I take warning, Early thus from others harm; WATTY's faults in time discerning, And by goodness learn to charm.