(At a Boys' School.)

I'll tell my mammy when I go home.
The boys won't let my twat alone;
They pull my frock, and beg to see.
What can they want to do with me?

My sister Mary's twice as wild,
For she's fourteen, and I'm a child;
And if they tried to plague her so,
I think what bouncing Moll would do.

But why do the boys all tease me so,
And ask if I have a mouse to show?
They say there's a mouse in Bruce's clothes,
And when he was cuddling me, it rose!

When yesterday, I climbed for pears,
The boys all came to get their shares;
They giggled, and pointed into my slit.
I didn't know they were laughing at it.

The usher pretends to be my friend,
But I don't know where his love will end;
For while he keeps his sober talk.
I catch his fingers under my frock.

They often make me lie down to show
The very inside of my belly below,
I do as they please, because they pay
A shilling among them for the play.

They're not content, though I open wide,
They grope for something or other inside;
You'd think them fools, to see how they kiss,
The smarting hole, by which I piss!

And then they show me all their shames,
And teach me all the nasty names;
I'll tell my mammy when I go home;
The boys won't leave my Cunt alone!

He was a bloody sparrow.
Lived up a bloody spout;
There came a bloody thunderstorm.
And washed the bugger out.

But in a bloody minute,
They stopped the bloody rain;
So the bloody little sparrow.
Went up the spout again.

After which, he said: "I don't think much of it myself, marm, but my mates say it's bloody fine."