"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!