Rhymes for the nursery By the authors of "Original Poems" [i.e. Ann Taylor]. Twenty-seventeenth edition |
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The little Negro.
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The little Negro.
Ah! the poor little blackamoor, see there he goes,
And the blood gushes out from his half-frozen toes,
And his legs are so thin you may almost see the bones,
As he goes shiver, shiver, all along on the stones.
And the blood gushes out from his half-frozen toes,
And his legs are so thin you may almost see the bones,
As he goes shiver, shiver, all along on the stones.
He was once a negro boy, and a merry boy was he,
Playing outlandish plays by the tall palm-tree,
Or bathing in the river like a brisk water-rat,
And at night sleeping sound on a little piece of mat.
Playing outlandish plays by the tall palm-tree,
Or bathing in the river like a brisk water-rat,
And at night sleeping sound on a little piece of mat.
But there came some wicked people, and they stole him far away,
And then good bye to palm-tree tall, and merry, merry play;
For they took him from his house and home, and ev'ry body dear,
And now, poor little negro boy, he's come a begging here.
And then good bye to palm-tree tall, and merry, merry play;
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And now, poor little negro boy, he's come a begging here.
And fie upon the wicked folks who did this cruel thing!
I wish some mighty nobleman would go and tell the king;
For to steal him from his house and home must be a crying sin,
Though he was a little negro boy, and had a sooty skin.
I wish some mighty nobleman would go and tell the king;
For to steal him from his house and home must be a crying sin,
Though he was a little negro boy, and had a sooty skin.
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