''And if your Nancy frowns, my lad,
And scorns a jacket blue,
Just hoist your sails for other ports,
And find a maid more true.''
More verses by Louisa May Alcott
- He Prayeth Best Who Loveth Best
- Lily-Bell And Thistledown Song Ii
- 'The Frost-King' Song 1
- Chevalita
- Gingerbread