And to him Peter thus him say:
“Oh! Missy, good Missy, you for me pray!
Beg Massa forgib poor runaway!”
“Missy, you cheeks so red, so white;
Missy, you eyes like diamond shine I
Missy, you Massa’s sole delight,
And Lilly Sally, him was mine!
Him say—6 Come, Peter, mid me go!’—
Could me refuse him? Could me say 6 no?’—»
Poor Peter—‘no’ him could no say!