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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS 127 |
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The doctor comes, the wife to tell To double the dose of calomel.
The man begins in death to groan, The fatal job for him is done, The soul must go to heaven or hell, A sacrifice to calomel.
The doctors of the present day Mind not what an old woman say, Nor do they mind me when I tell I am no friend to calomel.
Well, if I must resign my breath, Pray let me die a natural death, And if I must bid all farewell, Don't hurry me with calomel.
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THE CREOLE GIRL
Over swamps and alligators I'm on my weary way Over railroad ties and crossings, my weary feet did
stray, Until the shades of evening some higher ground I
gained. 'Twas there I met a Creole girl on the lakes of Pon-
chartrain. |
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