Naugh-Ty Nel-Ly and Her New Pa-Ra-Sol
“No, Nel-ly! not to-day, my child!
I can-not let you take it;
This cold March wind, so strong and wild,
Your pa-ra-sol, ’twould break it!”
So said Mam-ma; but Nel-ly thought,
“I will take my new pre-sent:
Tis mine; to please me it was bought;
The wea-ther’s bright and plea-sant.”
So naugh-ty Nel-ly sli-ly took
What kind Mam-ma had bought her,
And out she went—and, only look!
The wild March wind has caught her!
The silk tore up, the ribs broke out,
In spite of Nel-ly’s sway-ing;
And peo-ple laugh-ed at her, no doubt—
That comes of dis-o-bey-ing.