One half a little old cottage

The five of us had,

Five tall sisters in a cage

With our Mother and Dad.

Alice she was the eldest one,

Then Mary, and then me,

And then Fanny, and little Joan,

The last-born was she.

Never a boy that liv'd to grow

Did our mother carry;

She us'd to wonder how she'd do

With five great girls to marry.

But once I heard her say to Dad,

A chain of pretty girls

Made out her neck the comelier clad

Than diamonds or pearls.

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