With cap of red upon each head,
Full fifty faces grim,
The sailor sees amid the trees,
With eyes all fixed on him.
He brandish'd quick a mighty stick,
But could not reach their bower,
Nor yet could stone, for every one
Was far beyond his power.
Alas! he thought, I've safely brought
My caps far over seas,
But could not guess it was to dress
Such little rogues as these.
Then quickly down he threw his own,
And loud in anger cried,
"Take this one too, you thievish crew,
Since you have all beside."
But, quick as thought the caps were caught
From every monkey's crown,
And, like himself, each little elf
Threw his directly down.
He then with ease did gather these,
And in his pack did bind,
Then through the woods convey'd his goods
And sold them to his mind.
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