VII.

Den him to bim Massa go,

And coaxingly he say,
“Now to England, if you please,

Come, takee me away;
For I hab grown so bery short,

It's dangerous to stay !”

VIII.

Off away to England

De Nigger go by steam ; And here a ting befel de man

No one could ever dream : While ebery one aboard de ship,

Except himself, was sick, De Nigger leave off growing short,

And begin for to grow quick !

Well, soon he find his quickness get

As catching as a fever ;
For de engine fly, when he is by,

Ay, twice as quick as ever!

For it left New York at twelve, or more,
AND ARRIVED AT BRISTOL A QUARTER BEFORE !
Quicker than bullet that's urged by trigger,
And all through the speed of a single nigger !

XI.

From Bristol, Nigger's massa took

De boy to Paddy's land,
Where him still preserve de Kentuck look,

Lily, but bery grand;
Wid his skin as strong and black as tunder-

Which bery skin

De occasion him
Of Paddy's very next blunder!

Not far from Cork, '

As I've heard talk, Was a box some Lord found suiting His purpose most remarkably well, Wherein he, and his sporting friends might dwell ;

And dine in a trice,

On their game so nice,
After they 'd been hunting or shooting :
Heartily dine, and drink full deep,
And heartily tired—retire—and sleep!

II.

To this shooting box

Some jolly cocks
Were handsomely invited ;