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loud wind roar'd, the rain fell fast, The white man yielded to the blast; He sate him clown beneath our tree, For weary, faint, and sad was he; For ah, no wife or mother's care For him the milk or corn prepare.

The white man shall our pity share, The white man shall our pity share; For ah, no wife or mother's care For him the milk or corn prepare.

The storm is o'er, the tempest past, And mercy's voice has hush'd the blast; The wind is heard in whispers low, The white man far away must go; But ever in his heart will bear Remembrance of the negro's care.

Go, white man, go, but with thee bear Remembrance of the negro's care; Go, white man, go, but with thee bear Remembrance of the negro's care.

 

a valley obscure, on a bank of green shade, A sweet little Harebell her dwelling had made; 