My daughter Jane makes dresses br For beautiful Princesses; br But though she's plain is Jane, br Of needlework she's vain, br And makes such pretty things br For relatives of Kings. br br She reads the picture papers br Where Royalties cut capers, br And often says to me: br 'How wealthy they must be, br That nearly every day br A new robe they can pay.' br br Says I: 'If your Princesses br Could fabric pretty dresses, br Though from a throne they stem br I would think more of them. br Peeress and shopgirl are br To my mind on a par.' br br Says Jane: 'But for their backing br I might be sewing sacking. br Instead, I work with joy br In exquisite employ, br Embroidering rich dresses br For elegant Princesses . . .