XXIV Going to Bed
The babe was in the cradle laid,
And Tom had said his prayers;
When Frances told the nursery maid
She would not go up stairs,
She cried so loud her mother came
To ask the reason why;
And said, “O Frances, fie for shame!
O fie! O fie! O fie!”
But Frances was more naughty still,
And Betty sadly nipp’d;
Until her mother said, “I will,
I must have Frances whipp’d.”
For, O how naughty ’tis to cry,
But worse, much worse to fight!
Instead of running readily,
And calling out good night.