I don't want to play in your yard

I found this rhyme on the Internet.

Once there lived side-by-side two little maids
Both of them dressed alike, hair down in braids
Both in white pinafores, stockings of red
Little sunbonnets tied to each pretty head
When school was over secrets they'd tell
Whispering arm in arm down in the dell
One day a quarrel came, big tears were shed
“You can't play in our yard”, but the other said,


I don't want to play in your yard
I don't like you any more
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down our cellar door
You shan't holler down our rain barrel
You shan't climb our apple tree
I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me.


Next day two little maids, each other miss
Quarrels are soon made up, sealed with a kiss
Then hand in hand again, tears no more flow
Friends all thro' life to be, lovingly they go
School days soon pass away, sorrows and bliss
But love remembers yet, quarrel and kiss
In dreams of childish days they hear the cry
“You can't play in our yard”, and the old reply,


I don't want to play in your yard
I don't like you any more
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down our cellar door
You shan't holler down our rain barrel
You shan't climb our apple tree
I don't want to play in your yard
If you won't be good to me.

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