Sir Arthur, the sinner, Ate twelve fish for dinner, And you may believe it's just as I say!
Versified by Mrs. Clara Doty Bates. Poor, pretty little thing she was, The sweetest-faced of girls,
A miller had a daughter, And lovely, too, she was; Her step was light, her smile was bright,
Versified by Clara Doty Bates The ringing bells and the booming cannon Proclaimed on a summer morn