< A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes < Nursery Songs
O all you little blackey tops,
Pray don't eat my father's crops,
While I lie down and take my naps,
Shu-a-O! Shu-a-O!
If father he, by chance, should come
With his cock'd hat, and his long gun,
Then you must fly, and I must run,
Shu-a-O! Shu-a-O!
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