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Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems

by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes
1 occurrence of neglected child
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MY DAUGHTER'S AN ACCOMPLISHED GIRL.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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1 occurrence of neglected child
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MY DAUGHTER'S AN ACCOMPLISHED GIRL.

I

My daughter's an accomplished girl,
(Now, Mary, that's absurd)—
'Tis thus she always runs away,
From one applauding word,
But since she thus has left us, Sir,
I'll promise you a treat,
And prove that such a gifted girl
You'll very rarely meet!

II

Her drawings, Sir, all Poonah work,
(The fashionable kind;)
Her Poonah drawings! surely, Sir,
That girl's a deal of mind!
Excuse a partial mother, Sir,
But think how she will please
Her husband, should she ever wed,
With Poonah works like these!

III

And look, Sir, here is her guitar,
Dear me, it wants a string!
You're fond of music, after tea,
Prevail on her to sing.
She has not got much voice you know,
But take the nearest chair,
And stoop your head, and you will then
Distinctly hear the air!

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IV

And here is all her worsted work,
And pair of slippers, Sir!
(I'm sure he'll be a happy man
Who wins that gift from her!)
She made that rug—now do observe
How natural the cat!
She work'd that screen—you must allow
There's intellect in that!

V

And here's her album, bound in blue,
With clasp, and lock, and key;
Oh! such sweet lines about “How doth
The little busy bee!”
I see you're struck! in truth, she is
A sweet accomplished girl!
Go, woo her, Sir; unless she loves,
She will not wed an Earl!