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BLUE GRASS BALLADS
" But we wuz all de slaves you had, An' sense you b'en so po' I'se felt dat we wuz actin' bad To wish for freedom so."
" No more! no more ! " said the old white " I'm richer than a king! You give me blessings, all you can; I need not anything.
" And, more than all, am I not blest, While waiting for the call ? I gave you Freedom, God's bequest, Intended for us all." |
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FETCH OVER THE CANOE.
Oh! list the call across the stream:
"Who-ee! Who-ee!" 'Tis like an echo in a dream; The mock-bird laughs the cry anew, As if some secret sweet he knew, And 'cross the rippling waters blue Comes, furrowing, a gum-canoe. "Who-ee! Who-ee! Fetch over the canoe!" I see the bushes parting, And a dainty gown of blue. |
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