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They've took away the ball,

Oh dear!

And I'll never get it back,

I fear.

And now they've gone away,

And left me for to stay

All alone the livelong day,

In here.

It was my ball, anyhow,

Not his:

For he never had a ball

Like this.

Such a coward you'll not see,

E'en if you should live to be

Old as Deuteronomy,

As he is.

I'm sure I meant no harm,

None at all!

I just held out my hand

For the ball,

And – somehow – it hit his head.

Then his nose it went and bled,

And as if I 'd killed him dead

He did bawl.

Mother said I was a naughty

Little wretch.

And Aunt Jane said the police

She would fetch.

And that nurse, who's always glad

Of a chance to make me mad,

Said, "indeed she never had

Seen sech!"

No! I never, never will

Be good!

I'll go and be a babe

In the wood.

I'll run away to sea,

And a pirate I will be.

Then they'll never dare call me

Rough and rude.

How hungry I am getting!

Let me see!

I wonder what they're going to have

For tea.

Of course there will be jam

And – oh! that potted ham!

How unfortunate I am!

Dear me!

Oh! it's growing very dark

In here.

And that shadow in the corner

Looks so queer!

Won't they bring me any light?

Must I stay in here all night?

I shall surely die of fright.

Oh dear!

Mother, darling, will you never

Come back?

Oh! I'm sorry that I hit him

Such a crack!

Hark! yes, 'tis her voice I hear!

Now good-by to every fear!

For she's calling me her dear

Little Jack!