There was an old widow in Westmorland who had no daughter but one. And she has prayed both night and day she should keep her maidenhead long. "Ah, don't be daft, mother," she said, "and say no more to me.
Near by the swelling ocean,. One morning in the month of June,. While feather'd warbling songsters. Their charming notes did sweetly tune,. I overheard a lady.