SATURDAY NIGHT

This is a cute little poem dated 1852 about a young child taught that she could not play on Sunday!

Now Dolly, my dear,

I pray you come here;

And work is all done;

I'll put you to bed, for to-morrow is Sunday,

And I'll not see you again until Monday.

you don't want to go?

But you ought to know

That it is by right;

So, Dolly, good-night:

You must lie without noise or crying till Monday,

For you know we ought not to play on Sunday.

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