My married daughter could you see,
I'm sure you would be struck,—
My daughters all are charming girls,
Few mothers have such luck.
My married one—my eldest child—
All hearts by magic wins;
And my second so resembles her,
Most people think them twins!
My married daughter spoils her spouse,—
She's quite a pattern wife;
And he adores her—well he may—
Few men lead such a life!
She ne'er had married mortal man
Till he had won her heart;
And my second darling's just the same,—
They're seldom known apart.
Her husband oft has pressed my hand,
While tears were in his eyes,
And said, » You brought my Susan up—
With you the credit lies.»
To make her a domestic wife,
I own was all my aim;
And my second is domestic too,—
My system was the same.
Now, do you know, I've often thought
The eldest of the two
(She's married so I may speak out)
Would just have suited you!
You never saw her? — how shall I
My eldest girl pourtray?
Oh! my second is her counterpart,
And her you'll meet to-day.