My Lady Wind
And then one night, when it was dark, she blew up such a tiny spark,
That all the house was pothered, was pothered:
From it she raised up such a flame, as flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered, were smothered.
And thus when once, my little dears, a whisper reaches itching ears,
The same will come, you'll find, you'll find; Take my advice, restrain the tongue,
Remember what old Nurse has sung, of busy lady wind, lady wind.
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