I must not teaze my Mother; For she is very kind,And every thingshe says to me, I must directly mind:For when I was a baby. Her care both night and day,While I was helpless and afraid, I never can repay.
I must not teaze my Mother: And when she likes to read,Or has the head-ache, I will step Most silently indeed;I must not choose a noisy play, Nor trifling troubles tell,But sit down quiet by her side, And try to make her well.
I must not teaze my Mother: I've heard dear father say,When I was in my cradle sick, She nurs'd me night and day.And now she listens to my wants, She gives me clothes and food,And cheers me with a loving smile, While trying to be good.
I must not teaze my Mother; She loves me all the day.And she has patience with my faults, And teaches me to pray;How much I'll strive to please her, She every hour shall see,For should she go away, or die, What would become of me?
