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Mistress Mary
I'm a puppy, as you see,
and this is Mistress Mary,
She is exceedingly fond of me,
in a manner most contrary.
For whenever I want to walk,
she insists that I must lie bye,
And wraps me up tight in her pinny white
and tells me to go to by-by!
O Mistress Mary,
Why are you so contrary?
If you love me true,
As you say you do,
Why are you so contrary?
But when ever I want to sleep,
and the weather is cold and icy,
And basket and rug are warm and snug
and the fire is nicy-picy.
She takes me out, though I say "no-no,"
down to the frozen river,
And tells me to slide for an hour or so,
and watches me shake and shiver.
O Mistress Mary,
Why are you so contrary?
If you love me true,
As you say you do,
Why are you so contrary?
Fido's ill, he's got a cold,
This is how ‘twas caught.
I'm told. |
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