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| See, there they are, and there they run! The Black-a-moor enjoys the fun. They have been made as black as crows, Quite black all over, eyes and nose, And legs, and arms, and heads, and toes, And trousers, pinafores, and toys— The silly little inky boys! Because they set up such a roar, And teased the harmless Black-a-moor. | ||
The Story of the Man that went out Shooting
| This is the man that shoots the
hares; This is the coat he always wears: With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun He's going out to have some fun. |
| He finds it hard, without apair Of spectacles, to shoot the hare. | |
 | The hare sits snug in leaves andgrass And laughs to see the green man pass. |
| Now, as the sun grew very
hot, And he a heavy gun had got, He lay down underneath a tree And went to sleep, as you may see. And, while he slept like any top, The little hare came, hop, hop, hop, Took gun and spectacles, and then On her hind legs went off again. |
| The green man wakes and sees her
place The spectacles upon her face; And now she's trying all she can To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man. He cries and screams and runs away; The hare runs after him all day And hears him call out everywhere: "Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!" |
 | At last he stumbled at thewell, Head over ears, and in he fell. The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark! Bang went the gun—she missed her mark! |
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| The poor man's wife was drinkingup Her coffee in her coffee-cup; The gun shot cup and saucer through; "Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?" There lived close by the cottage there The hare's own child, the little hare; And while she stood upon her toes, The coffee fell and burned her nose. "Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in hand, "Such fun I do not understand." | |