And from Peter away him go;
Fye, Missy Sally, fye on you!
Poor Blacky Peter what him do?
Oh! Peter, Peter was a sad boy;
Peter was a runaway!
Peter, him go to him Massa back;
There him humbly own him crime:
“Massa, forgib one poor young Black!
Oh! Massa, good Massa, forgib dis time!”—
Then in come him Missy so fine, so gay,