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 Well, Mr. Brightman handed down A dozen tops or more, That I might take my choice of one, Then stepped towards the door.

And so I caught one slily up, And in my pocket hid it, No one could e'er suspect the thing, So cunningly I did it.

Then I took out another top, And laid my ninepence down, Laughing to think I owned them both, But paid for only one.

But, when I turned and left the shop, I felt most dreadfully; For all the while I was afraid That he would follow me.

Oh sure, thought I, he'll find it out, The angry man will come, And I shall never see mamma, And never more go home.

They'll tie a rope about my neck, They'll hang me up on high, And leave the little, wicked thief To hang there till he die.