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SENT TO BED.
I was n't a particle sleepy,
And yet here I lie, all the same,
Sent straight off to bed when the clock struck nine;
I think it 's a terrible shame!
And yet here I lie, all the same,
Sent straight off to bed when the clock struck nine;
I think it 's a terrible shame!
Mamma is unfair in her treatment—
There is n't a doubt of that truth;
Ruth Jones can sit up quite as late as she wants;
Oh, dear, how I do envy Ruth!
There is n't a doubt of that truth;
Ruth Jones can sit up quite as late as she wants;
Oh, dear, how I do envy Ruth!
They all were so gay in the parlor;
Aunt Gertrude was singing a song,
And Uncle Joe just was commencing to tell
That story he 's promised so long.
Aunt Gertrude was singing a song,
And Uncle Joe just was commencing to tell
That story he 's promised so long.
And brother Will, home for vacation,
Was full of such capers and fun!
Mamma might have altered that hard rule of hers
For one night, if only for one.
Was full of such capers and fun!
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For one night, if only for one.
But no; as the clock began striking
I happened to catch mamma's eye;
She first looked at me and then looked at the clock—
'Twas easy to understand why.
I happened to catch mamma's eye;
She first looked at me and then looked at the clock—
'Twas easy to understand why.
And now I lie here in the darkness
And silence, so solemn and deep.
Well, well, I am drowsy, the least little bit;
There's nothing to do except sleep.
And silence, so solemn and deep.
Well, well, I am drowsy, the least little bit;
There's nothing to do except sleep.
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