A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes/Nursery Songs/XLIII. THE SCARECROW

by Sabine Baring-Gould

O all you little blackey tops,
Pray don't eat my father's crops,
While I lie down and take my naps,
Shu-a-O! Shu-a-O!
If father he, by chance, should come
With his cock'd hat, and his long gun,
Then you must fly, and I must run,
Shu-a-O! Shu-a-O!