The dreadful story about Harriet and the matches

Well it almost makes me cry to tell

What foolish Harriet does befell

Mama and nurse went out one day

And left her all alone to play

Well on the table close at hand

A box of matches chanced to stand

Well mama and nurse had told her

That if she touched them they would scold her

Well Harriet said what a pity

‘Cos when they burn they seem so pretty

They crackle so they spit and flame

Mama and papa do often do the same

So she wouldn’t take their advice

She lit a match it was so nice

It crackled so it burnt so clear

Exactly like the picture here

So she jumped for joy and she ran about

And was too pleased to put it out

Well the pussy cats they saw this

They said naughty naughty naughty Miss

Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh

She’s burning to death we told her so

Well see what a dreadful dreadful thing

The fire has caught her apron string

She burns all over everywhere

She burns her nose and her arms and her hair

‘Til she’s got nothing left to lose

Except her little scarlet shoes

And only these only these are found

Amongst her ashes on the ground

Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh

She’s burnt to death we told her so

Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh

She’s burnt to death we told her so

The pussy cats they sat beside

Her steaming ashes and they cried

Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh

She’s burnt to death we told her so

Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh

She’s burnt to death we told her so