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But everything is right at last,
An Nancy's true to me, An when we die, oh let us rest,
Beneath de old pine tree.
'Tis many a night, &c.
DE 'SKEETERS DO BITE.
Oh, Pompey, dear! Pompey, open your eyes! Oh, Fanny, dear ! Fanny, open your eyes ! Oh, see der sight! I feels it bite ! Oh ! O dear, dis is a drefful night,
For 'skeeters and flies
Beautiful niggers, away ! away ! Crows go to sleep when night comes on.
Der 'skeeters do bite, de longer we stay! We'll take ourselves off 'till de critters are gon Der 'skeiters do bite, de longer we stay ! Fal la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Fal la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la; |
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