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Peter, him Massa thief — Oh ! fye ! 



Missy Sally, him say him do so. 

 Him money spent, Sally bid him bye. 



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, 

 And to him Peter thus him say : 

 66 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 ! 

 Missy, you Massa's sole delight, 



And Lilly Sally, him was mine ! 

 Him say — e Come, Peter, mid me go ! ' — ■ 

 Could me refuse him ? Could me say c no ? ' — - 

 Poor Peter — 6 no ' him could no say ! 

 So Peter, Peter ran away ! " — 



Him Missy him pray ; him Massa so kind 



Was moved by him prayer, and to Peter him say s 

 " Well, boy, for this once I forgive you ! — but mind ! 

 With the buckra girls you no more go away ! 



Though fair without, they 're foul within ; 



Their heart is black, though white their skin. 



Then Peter, Peter with me stay ; 



Peter no more run away ! " — 



