Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss br Your little sister dear; br I must not have such things as this, br And noisy quarrels here. br br What! little children scratch and fight, br That ought to be so mild; br Oh! Mary, it's a shocking sight br To see an angry child. br br I can't imagine, for my part, br The reason for your folly; br She did not do you any hurt br By playing with your dolly. br br See, see, the little tears that run br Fast from her watery eye: br Come, my sweet innocent, have done, br 'Twill do no good to cry. br br Go, Mary, wipe her tears away, br And make it up with kisses: br And never turn a pretty play br To such a pet as this is.