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5. He turn around to his patient's wife: "Have you a paper and a knife?
I think your husband would do well To take a dost of calomel."
6. As he dose out these fatal grains: "I am sure they will ease his pain, And at the sound of every hour bell, Then give him a dost of calomel."
7. He leaves his patient in his wife's care And bids farewell with a graceful air; The woman think her husband well And freely gives the calomel.
8. The man grew worse very fast, indeed: "Go for the doctor, go in speed." The doctor comes with force and haste And doubles the dost of calomel.
9. The man inclines upon his bed, And over the pillow rolls his head; Like hunting hares upon the hill He pants and groans with calomel.
10. The man with death began to groan; The fatal job for him is done; His soul is waiting for heaven or hell, A sacrifice to calomel. |
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155 MY OLD BANJO See White, p. 180. Obtained from Mrs. Samuel Harmon, Varnell, Georgia, November, 1931.
1. My old banjo hangs on the case;
It haven't been tuned since away last fall,
But the darkies all says we will have a good time
When we ride upon the chariot in the morning.
Chorus Then golden morning, then golden I was going to wear because they fit so neat. |
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