Trip upon trenchers,
And dance upon dishes, <\/p>\n
My mother sent me for some barm, some barm. <\/p>\n
She bid me go lightly,
And come again quickly, <\/p>\n
For fear the young men should do me some harm. <\/p>\n
Yet didn’t you see,
Yet didn’t you see,
What naughty tricks they put upon me? <\/p>\n
They broke my pitcher,
And spilt the water,
And chid her daughter,
And kissed my sister instead of me!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"