Christina Georgina Rossetti

The Dear Old Woman in the Lane

The dear old woman in the lane

Is sick and sore with pains and aches,

We'll go to her this afternoon,

And take her tea and eggs and cakes.

We'll stop to make the kettle boil,

And brew some tea, and set the tray,

And poach an egg, and toast a cake,

And wheel her chair round, if we may.