SONGS for CHILDREN, SONG XXVIII

Jackey was a pretty boy, Jackey was his parent's joy; But too often nurs'd and spoil'd, Jackey grew a naughty child.

On a sultry summer's day, Jackey would go out to play; Left his school and parents too, Thinking pleasure to pursue.

There he saw the streams all run, Brightly glitt'ring in the sun; Naughty boys would swimming go, Jackey likewise would do so.

So he did;—but soon the tide, Carried him far off and wide; And his play mates quickly found Jackey likely to be drown'd.

One at length jump'd in to save, Jackey from the dreadful wave; See he wet and sad does look, Better he had learn'd his book.

Home the naughty boy is brought, And severely told his fault; See! he stays at home to-day, While his school-mates are at play.