The Cut

WELL, what's the matter ? there's a face What ! has it cut a vein ? And is it quite a shocking place ? Come, let us look again. I see it bleeds, but never mind That tiny little drop ; I don't believe you'll ever find That crying makes it stop. 'Tis sad indeed to cry at pain, For any but a baby ; If that should chance to cut a vein, We should not wonder, may be. But such a man as you should try To bear a little sorrow : So run along, and wipe your eye, 'Twill all be well to-morrow.