Lazy Jane


If you go down Thimble Court,
And turn up Needle Lane,
Then thread your way round Bodkin Row,
In Scissors Street lives Jane.

She is an idle lassie,
And does not care to sew,
She'll never make a tidy dame,
Should she grow up, I know.

For girls must learn to hem and fell,
And darn and stitch precisely;
I wonder if the little maid
Who reads this rhyme sews nicely?