“Go A-Way, Ro-Ver!”
“You big black dog, go, go a-way!
I will not let you bite
My lit-tle pet; it can-not play,
You gave it such a fright!
“I think you want to eat it up
Be-cause it is so small,
But if you dare to touch my pup
For help I mean to call;
“And then pa-pa will bring a stick,
And make you run a-way;
So, Ro-ver, you had best go quick,
And leave us here to play!”
Why, Ro-ver, is quite good and tame—
You need not be a-fraid;
He on-ly wants to have a game,
You sil-ly lit-tle maid!