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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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'Tis foah o'clock in the morning
And the wash am on the line, The sheep have gone to pasture
And the milkmaid calls the kine; 'Tis foah o'clock in the morning
And yonder flies the bee, And foah o'clock in the morning
Am just the time for me. |
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And I have pictured Dixy
Somewhere in some land, I hope it will be Dixie,
Dear old Dixie land; When the dawn is ever radiant
And its splendor gilds the bush, And old Dixy sits a crooning
And warbling with the thrush. |
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'Tis foah o'clock in the morning
And the bird is in the tree, But Massa says a bondman
I must no longer be; The Lord bress dear ole Massa
For he done set me free, But foah o'clock in the morning
Am good enough for me. |
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