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Negro Poems, Melodies |
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A hundred or a dozen—
It is all the same to Mose, There is languor in his manner,
There is langour in his clothes; But just you watch that nigger
And just you watch his eye, When you see that nigger fooling
With that nigger catfish fry. |
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WHEN MASSA BLOWS THAT HORN
Blow that horn old Massa
Blow it for the dawn, Blow it for the cotton
And blow it for the corn; Blow it for the cabin—
See the day is born, And the darkies must be waking
When Massa blows that horn.
The hounds begin their baying
The birds all come around, The mules they are neighing,
The weather vane turns round; Blow it for the cabin—
See the day is born, And the darkies must be waking
When Massa blows that horn. |
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