Blue Bell Boy



Blue Bell Boy :




I had a little boy,

And called him Blue Bell;

Gave him a little work,--

He did it very well.



I bade him go upstairs

To bring me a gold pin;

In coal scuttle fell he,

Up to his little chin.



He went to the garden

To pick a little sage;

He tumbled on his nose,

And fell into a rage.



He went to the cellar

To draw a little beer;

And quickly did return

To say there was none there.

























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