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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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THE CHARIOT FORD
We came to a river
Too wide to cross, And we couldn't, and we couldn't
And we couldn't get across; And they sent for a chariot
The river to ford, And they came right away
With a chariot ford; But oh, good Lord,
How can I afford, To ever get across
In a chariot ford. |
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The river am wide
And the river am deep, And I want to get across
Where I can sleep; And the Lord he came
And the Lord he smiled, And he said, my chillun,
The waters am mild; So take your place
And hurry up aboard, For a good old ride
In the chariot ford. |
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