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The House that Bell Built,

Or, the Sad End of a little Girl's Romance

Sitting alone in the fire-light's flare,
This is the house that Bell built.

This is the girl with the golden hair,
That lived in the house that Bell built.

This is the garden fresh and fair,
Where played the girl with the golden hair,
That lived in the house that Bell built.

These are the peaches sweet and rare,
That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
Where played the girl with the golden hair,
That lived in the house that Bell built.

This is the great and terrible bear,
That ate the peaches sweet and rare,
That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
Where played the girl with the golden hair,
That lived in the house that Bell built.

This is the prince with noble air,
Who killed the great and terrible bear,
That ate the peaches sweet and rare,
That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
Where played the girl with the golden hair,
That lived in the house that Bell built.

This is the wedding beyond compare,
In which the prince of noble air,
Who killed the great and terrible bear,
That ate the peaches so sweet and rare,
That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
Married the girl with the golden hair,
That lived in the house that Bell built.

This is the house-maid, Biddy McNair,
With face so red and arms so bare,
Who took the poker without a care,
And slew the prince of noble air,
Who killed the great and terrible bear,
That ate the peaches so sweet and rare,
That grew in the garden fresh and fair,
And married the girl with the golden hair,
That lived in the house that Bell built.