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DOWN comes the winter rain- / Spoils my hat and bow- / Runs into the poll of me; / But mother won't know.
We've been out and caught a cold, / Knee-deep in snow; / Such a lucky thing it is / That mother won't know!
Rosy lost herself last night- / Couldn't tell where to go. / Yes-it rather frightened her, / But mother didn't know.
Somebody made Willy drunk / At the Christmas show: / O 'twas fun! It's well for him / That mother won't know!
Howsoever wild we are, / Late at school or slow, / Mother won't be cross with us, / Mother won't know.
How we cried the day she died! / Neighbours whispering low. / But we now do what we will- / Mother won't know.