Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 164
II. Whisk, whisk, brisk, brisk,Soon the whites will stand alone,The sugar s all stirred thin; Whisk, whisk, frisk, frisk,Out is every raisin-stone,And now the flour goes in. III. Beat, beat, fleet, fleet,Sprinkle in the spiceryAnd patter on the plums; Beat, beat, sweet, sweet,Bake it in a… … OUR POLLY. (A new version of an old rhyme.) THERE was a young lady — and, what do you think ?She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink.Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,And yet this young lady scarce ever was quiet.
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