Baby, baby, naughty baby

Hush, you squalling thing. I say

Peace this moment, peace or maybe

Bonaparte will pass this way.

Baby, baby, he’s a giant

Tall and black as Monmouth steeple

And he breakfasts, dines and suppers

Every day on naughty people.

Baby, baby if he hears you

As he gallops past the house

Limb from limb at once he’ll tear you

Just as pussy tears a mouse.

And he’ll beat you, beat you, beat you

And he’ll beat you all to pap

And he’ll eat you, eat you, eat you

Every morsel snap, snap, snap!^[1]

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