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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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MASSA'S GONE AWAY
Massa's gone away,
Massa's gone away, I smell it in the clover
And I smell it in the hay; The cocks don't crow so loudly,
The mules don't seem to neigh, And everything is lonely
Since Massa's gone away.
The honey-suckle lingers
Around my cabin door, But gone it all its sweetness
And all its bloom is o'er; And everywhere I wander
My footsteps seem to say, How lonely is the homestead
Since Massa's gone away.
SLAVERY DAYS
Slavery days, slavery days, They are gone with all their ways, Gone the hound and gone the hoe, Gone the labor and the woe; Gone the hardship and the curse, Gone the better and the worse, And our hearts are full of praise For the last of slavery days.
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