My daughter Jane makes dresses For beautiful Princesses; But though she`s plain is Jane, Of needlework she`s vain, And makes such pretty things For relatives of Kings. She reads the picture papers Where Royalties cut capers, And often says to me: `How wealthy they must be, That nearly every day A new robe they can pay.` Says I: `If your Princesses Could fabric pretty dresses, Though from a throne they stem I would think more of them. Peeress and shopgirl are To my mind on a par.` Says Jane: `But for their backing I might be sewing sacking. Instead, I work with joy In exquisite employ, Embroidering rich dresses For elegant Princesses . . . Damn social upsetters Who criticise their betters!`SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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