Ten Little Niggers …And Then There Were None

Septimus Winner, scritta nel 1868

Ten Little Niggers

Ten little nigger boys
went out to dine;
One choked his little self
and then there were Nine.

Nine little nigger boys
sat up very late;
One overslept himself
and then there were Eight.

Eight little nigger boys
travelling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there
and then there were Seven.

Seven little nigger boys
chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves
and then there were Six.

Six little nigger boys
playing with a hive;
A bumble bee stung one
and then there were Five.

Five little nigger boys
going in for law;
One got into Chancery
and then there were Four.

Four little nigger boys
going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one
and then there were Three.

Three little nigger boys
walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one
and then there were Two.

Two little nigger boys
sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up
and then there was One.

One little nigger boy
left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself
and then there were None.

 

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Altra versione:

Ten little Injuns standin’ in a line,
One toddled home and then there were nine;
Nine little Injuns swingin’ on a gate,
One tumbled off and then there were eight.

Refrain:
One little, two little, three little Injuns
four little, five little, six little Injuns,
seven little, eight little, nine little Injuns
ten little Injuns boys and girl

Eight little Injuns gayest under heav’n,
One went to sleep and then there were seven;
Seven little Injuns cutting up their tricks,
One broke his neck and then there were six.

Six little Injuns kickin’ all alive,
One kick’d the bucket and then there were five;
Five little Injuns on a cellar door,
One tumbled in and then there were four.

Four little Injuns up on a spree,
One he got fuddled and then there were three;
Three little Injuns out in a canoe,
One tumbled overboard and then there were two.

Two little Injuns foolin’ with a gun,
One shot t’other and then there was one;
One little Injuns livin’ all alone,
He got married and then there were none.

 

Di questa filastrocca esiste anche una versione che parla di soldati, soldiers.
Leggetela qui: Ten Little Soldiers

Qui la versione per babini più piccoli, con base midi e spartito: Ten Little Indians

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