Mary Burnthands

"Mary Burnthands" is a nursery rhyme, which is believed to have been first written in the mid nineteenth century. While the original author is unknown, it was published in many nursery rhyme collections in the late 1800s before losing popularity. However, it can still be found in print occasionally. There are several versions of the rhyme, but they all tell the same story.
Lyrics

:Mary Burnthands was a jolly young girl,
:Born near Hull, where the windmills twirl.
:One cold sunday morn she was going to mass,
:And came across an old fire carcass.
:Her hands were cold,
:And she was bold,
:So she gave a burnt log a grasp.
:Alas, the fire had just been put out!
:And she gave a sharp shout.
:She dropped the hot log, but it was too late.
:Her hands became burnt on that very date.
:Mary ran to mother,
:Who was walking with father,
:And cried into her skirt.
:For her hands were gravely hurt.
:Mary Burnthands was a sad little girl,
:Born near Hull, where the windmills twirl.
:One cold sunday morn she made her mistake,
:And grabbed a log she shouldn’t take.
:The doctor told her her hands were done,
:And no longer could she have fun.
:Mary was sad, frightfully so.
:But burns are one thing that cannot go.
:So if you happen upon something hot.
:Touching is something you should do--not!
 
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