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 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.