The Mischievous Sister-in-Law
OH the pumpkin red, oh the gourd decayed,
I am my father’s mischievous maid;
I am my brother’s dear little sister;
I am my sister-in-law’s fly-blister.
Father, when I marry, what will you give?
A box and a ward-robe you shall receive.
Mother, when I marry, what will you bring?
A little work-basket full of everything.
Brother, when I marry, what will come from you?
A fancy cloth towel; think that will do?
My happiness, sister, you will not mar?
I’ll give a broken bottle and a little smashed jar,
And send you, you nuisance, away very far.