id that I shan't live long,
For I never do a thing that's rude or wrong!
_Chorus (to which the Bull beats time)._
As a general rule, one _doesn't_ live long,
If you never do a thing that's rude or wrong!
_Second Verse._
My words are all with wisdom fraught,
To make polite replies I've sought;
And learned by independent thought,
That a pinafore, inked, is good for nought.
So wonderfully well have I been taught,
That I turn my toes as children ought!
_Chorus (to which the Bull dances)._
This moral lesson she's been taught--
She turns her toes as children ought!
_Lydia (sweetly)._ Yes, I'm the Farmer's daughter--LYDIA BANKS;
No person ever caught me playing pranks!
I'm loved by all the live-stock on the farm,
[_Ironical applause from the Bull._
Pigeons I've plucked will perch upon my arm,
And pigs at my approach sit up and beg,
[_Business by Bull._
For me the partial Peacock saves his egg,
No sheep e'er snaps if I attempt to touch her,
Lambs like it when I lead them to the butcher!
Each morn I milk my rams beneath the shed,
While rabbits flutter twittering round my head,
And, as befits a dairy-farmer's daughter,
What milk I get I supplement with water,
[_A huge Shadow is thrown on the road outside_; LYDIA _starts_.
Whose shadow is it makes the highway darker?
That bullet head! those ears! it is----JACK PARKER!
[_Chord. The Chorus flee in dismay, as_ JACK _enters with a reckless
swagger_.
_Song_--JACK PARKER.
I'm loafing about, and I very much doubt if my excellent Ma is aware
that I'm out;
My time I employ in attempts to annoy, and I'm not what
you'd call an agreeable boy!
I shoe the cats with walnut-shells;
Tin cans to curs I tie;
Ring furious knells at front-door bells--
Then round the corner fly!
'Neath donkeys' tails I fasten furze,
Or timid horsemen scare;
If chance occurs,
I stock with burrs
My little Sister's hair!
[_The Bull shakes his head reprovingly._
Such tricks give me joy without any alloy,--
but they do not denote an agreeable boy!
[_As_ JACK PARKER _concludes, the Bull ducks cautiously below the
half-door, while_ LYDIA _conceals herself behind the pump_, L.C.
_Jack (wandering about Stage, discontentedly)._
I thought at least there'd be some beasts to badger here!
Call this a farm--there ain't a blooming spadger here!
[_Approach
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