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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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THE DARKY'S PRAYER
Oh, Massa of all Massas
Where the ribber Jordan flows, Where the darkies all am welcome
In their poor and ragged clothes; Dis darky am a pleading,
His lips done move in prayer, And help a poor old nigger
Till he done get there.
I ask no more of Massa
Than Massa give to me, He made my labor plenty
And he made my labor free; The way am long and weary,
The load am hard to bear, And help a poor old nigger
Till he done get there.
For all of Massa's kindness
And Massa's ways to men, My heart am full of glory
And my lips will say amen ; But Jordan and the shadows
Are sometimes hard to bear, And help a poor old nigger
Till he done get there. |
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