THE MISCHIEVOUS SISTER-IN-LAW

OH the pumpkin red, oh the gourd decayed,

I am my father's mischievous maid;

I am my brother's dear little sister;

I am my sister-in-law's fly-blister.

Father, when I marry, what will you give?

A box and a ward-robe you shall receive.

Mother, when I marry, what will you bring?

A little work-basket full of everything.

Brother, when I marry, what will come from you?

A fancy cloth towel; think that will do?

My happiness, sister, you will not mar?

I'll give a broken bottle and a little smashed jar,

And send you, you nuisance, away very far.