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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 trowsers, pinafores, and toys,—
The silly little inky boys!
Because they set up such a roar,
And teas’d the harmless black-a-moor.
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5. 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 a pair
Of spectacles, to shoot the hare: