A-BERRYING.

NOW Susan Jane a-berrying goes,

With her dipper and pail a-berry-

ing goes—

Now Susan Jane creeps dolefully home, and

mournfully hangs her head;

For she tumbled down and bumped her

nose,

She tore her frock and she stubbed her toes,

And the blueberries all were green, alas! and

the blackberries all were red!