Were you a little Dutch girlYou’d be, perhaps, as sweetAs now you are, my darling,And very much more neat!You’d be a little housewife,And even at your playYou’d take your knitting needles,And knit and knit away!You’d never be forgettingTo feed your pussy-cat,And she, like Holland pussies,Would grow so sleek and fat.But were you, dear, a Gretchen,You’d live across the sea,And so would be, my dearie,No kind of use to me.—Edith Colby Banfield.
Were you a little Dutch girlYou’d be, perhaps, as sweetAs now you are, my darling,And very much more neat!You’d be a little housewife,And even at your playYou’d take your knitting needles,And knit and knit away!You’d never be forgettingTo feed your pussy-cat,And she, like Holland pussies,Would grow so sleek and fat.But were you, dear, a Gretchen,You’d live across the sea,And so would be, my dearie,No kind of use to me.—Edith Colby Banfield.
Were you a little Dutch girlYou’d be, perhaps, as sweetAs now you are, my darling,And very much more neat!
Were you a little Dutch girl
You’d be, perhaps, as sweet
As now you are, my darling,
And very much more neat!
You’d be a little housewife,And even at your playYou’d take your knitting needles,And knit and knit away!
You’d be a little housewife,
And even at your play
You’d take your knitting needles,
And knit and knit away!
You’d never be forgettingTo feed your pussy-cat,And she, like Holland pussies,Would grow so sleek and fat.
You’d never be forgetting
To feed your pussy-cat,
And she, like Holland pussies,
Would grow so sleek and fat.
But were you, dear, a Gretchen,You’d live across the sea,And so would be, my dearie,No kind of use to me.—Edith Colby Banfield.
But were you, dear, a Gretchen,
You’d live across the sea,
And so would be, my dearie,
No kind of use to me.
—Edith Colby Banfield.