VIII Miss Peggy
As Peggy was crying aloud for a cake.
Which her mother had said she should fetch from the wake,
A gentleman knock’d at the door;
He entered the parlour, and show’d much surprise,
That it really was Peggy who made all the noise,
For he never had heard her before.
Miss Peggy, asham’d, and to hide her disgrace,
Took hold of her frock, and quite covered her face,
For she knew she was naughty just then;
And, instantly wiping the tears from her eyes,
She promis’d her mother to make no more noise,
And kiss’d her again and again.