 | Jane and Ann Taylor: Original Poems for Infant Minds |  |
OLD SUSAN.
Old Susan, in a cottage small,
Though low the roof, and mud the wall,
And goods a scanty store,
Enjoys within her peaceful shed
Her wholesome crust of barley-bread,
Nor does she covet more.
Though low the roof, and mud the wall,
And goods a scanty store,
Enjoys within her peaceful shed
Her wholesome crust of barley-bread,
Nor does she covet more.
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Though aches and weakness she must feel.
She daily plies her spinning-wheel,
Within her cottage-gate.
And thus her industry and care
Suffice to find her homely fare;
Nor envies she the great.
She daily plies her spinning-wheel,
Within her cottage-gate.
And thus her industry and care
Suffice to find her homely fare;
Nor envies she the great.
A decent gown she always wears,
Though many an ancient patch it bears,
And many a one that's new;
No dirt is seen within her door,
Clean sand she sprinkles on the floor,
As tidy people do.
Though many an ancient patch it bears,
And many a one that's new;
No dirt is seen within her door,
Clean sand she sprinkles on the floor,
As tidy people do.
Old Susan everybody knew,
And every one respected too
Her industry and care;
And when her little stock was low,
Her neighbours gladly would bestow
Whatever they could spare.
And every one respected too
Her industry and care;
And when her little stock was low,
Her neighbours gladly would bestow
Whatever they could spare.
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