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THE CONTRABAND'S ADVENTURES. 11 |
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But if dey fail, I'll tell you what, I think dey'd better fly,
For, when de war is over, no niggers need apply.
But I think I am all right—if I only mind my eye,
I'll get command of de Potomac when de niggers do apply. |
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THE CONTRABAND'S ADVENTURES. Sung byS. S. Purdy.
Oh, my name is Darkey Sam,
I'se a black-eyed contraband— Down on de Chickahominy I was born;
But old massa run away
"When de Linkum sogers play, So I started for do Norf in de morn.
I soon met wid a man,
And he took me by de hand, And brought me to de bobolition meeting:
Dere de broders made a speech,
And de sisters 'gan to preach; Dey said my complexion was light,
And de world dey would teach
What a point dey could reach, And show dey could wash a nigger white.
Dey got me very soon,
And dey put me in a room— Dis nigger couldn't tell what dey was arter;
Dey took off all my clothes,
And den what does you suppose ? Dey put me in a tub of boilin' water!
And den dey got around,
And some scrubbin'-brushes found, And said dey'd wash me whiter dan paper.
Oh, dey got me in a tub,
And dey all began to scrub— I tell you it was a pretty sight!
For some put on de soap,
And de oders dey did rub, But dey found dey couldn't wash a nigger white. |
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