Bluebell
| I had a little dog and his name was Bluebell, I have him some work and he did it very well; I sent him upstairs to pick up a pin, He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to his chin; I sent him to the garden to pick up some sage, He tumbled down and fell in a rage; I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer, He came up again and said there was none there. |