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Mumma!—a whe’ mumma deh?

Mumma!—mumma gone away?

Gone, oh gone is eberyt’ing,

But de funny fancies cling.

Aye, t’enk God, me mumma come!

Ma, no lef’ me, tek me home;

Tek me from de awful strife

Of dis miserable life.