The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 989, December 10, 1898 — John Shaqi
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 989, December 10, 1898Various
General
The Girl's Own Paper, Vol. XX, No. 989, December 10, 1898
Various
Children's literature -- Periodicals
FLIBBIE.
I’m ve - ry sor - ry, Go - ver - ness,
I real - ly _can’t_ be good;
How much I try you can - not guess,
I on - ly wish I could.
GOVERNESS.
2. How do you spell Fat?
FLIBBIE.
Please, Go - ver - ness, did you say Mat?
GOVERNESS.
No, I said Fat.
FLIBBIE.
Kind - ly ex - cuse me! I thought you said Mat.
GOVERNESS.
No, I said Fat!
FLIBBIE.
I thought you said Mat.
GOVERNESS.
Spell Fat!
FLIBBIE.
I can ea - si - ly do that.
P H A T, Phat.
GOVERNESS.
You are so wil - ful and per - verse,
It’s real - ly ve - ry sad;
Each day you’re get - ting worse and worse,
And soon you’ll drive me mad!
FLIBBIE.
I’m ve - ry sor - ry, Go - ver - ness,
I real - ly _can’t_ be good;
How much I try you can - not guess,
I real - ly wish I could,
How much I try you can - not guess,
I on - ly wish I could.
{GOVERNESS.}
{FLIBBIE. }
{You are so wil - ful and per - verse,}
{I’m ve - ry sor - ry, Go - ver - ness,}
{It’s real - ly ve - ry sad;}
{I real - ly _can’t_ be good;}
{Each day you’re get - ting worse and worse,}
{How much I try you can - not guess,}
{And soon you’ll drive me mad,}
{I real - ly wish I could,}
{Each day you’re get - ting worse and worse,}
{How much I try you can - not guess,}
{And soon you’ll drive me mad!}
{I on - ly wish I could.}
FLIB. Please, Governess, I’m tired of lessons. Take me for a
little walk.
GOV. Very well, Flibbie, but you must try to walk slower. I am
not so active as you are.
FLIB. I’ll try, Governess. (_Aside_) Won’t I lead her a dance!
That’s all.
GOV. Come along, then!
_Exeunt GOVERNESS and FLIBBIE._
_Enter ALICE._
No. 3. “I’M NOT TO DO THIS.”
(SONG.--ALICE.)
[Music]
1. I’ve es - caped from my Go - ver - ness! Oh, what a treat!
Some fault she has al - ways to find;
And when I get home, with a scold - ing I’ll meet,
But not in the least shall I mind.
She’ll be in a ter - ri - ble fright, I can tell,
But she’ll hunt for me vain - ly, I fear;
She for - bade me to en - ter this beau - ti - ful Dell,
And that is the rea - son I’m here.
I’m not to do this, I am to do that,
I’m grum - bled at all the day long;
What - ev - er I don’t do,
What - ev - er I do do,
I’m sure to be told it is wrong, wrong, wrong,
Ne - ver right, ne - ver right, al - ways wrong.
2. And this is the Dell that’s en - chant - ed, she said,
I’m sure it looks harm - less e - nough;
The sto - ry in some chil - dren’s book she has read,
So it must all be non - sense and stuff.
Of course she will say to me, “Where did you go?”
And the truth I will cer - tain - ly tell;
And then I can tease her and laugh at her so,
For be - liev - ing in Hy - a - cinth Dell.
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