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.