Edmund Dulac’s Picture-Book for the French Red Cross

The Little Seamstress a French Song of the Olden Time

A dear little seamstress in Paris I knew;
The tiniest possible stitches she drew.
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!

She made the Notary neckties new;
The Apothecary, he had some too.
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!

The Apothecary, he had some too,—
Seamstress, what do I owe to you?
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!

Seamstress, what do I owe to you?
Just six nothings, no more is due.
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!

Just six nothings, no more is due.
Give me a kiss, then,—or give me two!
I never at all
Saw sewing so small!