Aunt Hannah heard the window break,

And cried: “O naughty Nancy Lake,
Thus to distress your Aunt;

No Drury Lane for you to-day!”

And while Papa said: “ Pooh, she may!”

Mamma said: “ No, she shan’t!”

 

Well, after many a sad reproach,

They got into a hackney-coach,
And trotted down the street!
I saw them go: one horse was blind;

The tails of both hung down behind;

Their shoes were on their feet.

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