A-Berrying

Now Susan Jane a-berrying goes,

With her dipper and pail a-berry-

ing goes—

Now Susan Jane creeps dolefully home, and mournfully hangs her head;

For she tumbled down and bumped her nose,

She tore her frock and she stubbed her toes,

And the blueberries all were green, alas! and the blackberries all were red!