AS IT FELL UPON A DAY. OH! what's befallen Bessy Brown, She stands so squalling in the street ; The little school-boys stood about, And laughed to see her pumping, pumping; Now with a curtsey to the spout, And then upon her tiptoes jumping. Long time she waited for her neighbours, To have their turns:-but she must lose Witnout a voice to tell her tale, She thinks of her bereaved case. At last she sobs-she cries-she screams! For well poor Bessy knows her mother |