SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG VI

When SALLY was little, she liv'd in a cot, With her father, and mother, and aunt; And tho', as it seems, they no riches had got, Yet their darling did never know want.

When SALLY grew bigger she went to a school, And there, as her play-fellows tell, She minded her learning, observ'd ev'ry rule, For a while not a girl did so well.

She was notic'd by many.—A gay lady fair, Once took her with kindest intent; She made the young SALLY her principal care, And took her wherever she went.

Now while SALLY was good she liv'd like a queen; What a pity she does not so still! But with sad wicked children at last she was seen, And she'll go with them, say what you will.

'T was this made the lady young SALLY forsake, No more would she act a friend's part, But the girl she oblig'd to her own ways to take, And her mother has broken her heart.

Thus, now SALLY is naughty, she's hated by all, And, if she don't mend in her ways, By her obstinate folly to ruin she'll fall, Tho' once she had ev'ry one's praise.

Then think of young SALLY; take warning betimes, Of bad company early beware; if you join naughty children, you'll share in their crimes, And certainly fall in a snare.