His petticoats now George cast off,
For he ws four years old;
His trousers were of nankeen stuff,
With buttons bright as gold.
"May I," said George, "just go abroad,
My pretty clothes to show?
May I, mamma? but speak the word;"
The answer was, "No, no."
"Go, run below, George, in the court,
But go not in the street,
Lest boys with you should make some sport,
Or gipsies you should meet."
Yet, though forbidden, he went out,
That other boys might spy,
And proudly there he walk'd about,