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 16 And when I am dead I reckon, The ladies will all want to, I know Just lift off the lid of the coffin, And look to ole Rosin the Beau. And look, &c. Get you a couple of tombstones, Place one at my head and uy toe, And do not fail to scratch on it, The name of old Rosin the Beau, The name, &c. I feel the grim tyrant approaching, That cruel implacable foe, Who spares neither age nor condition, Not even ole Rosin the Beau. Nor even, &c. You must get some dozen good fellows, And stand them all up in a row, And drink out of half gallon bottles, To the name of old Rosin the Beau. To the name, &c. Get four or five jovial good fellows, And let them all staggering go, And dig a deep hole in the meadow, And in it toss Rosin the Beau. And in it toss, &c.

LUCY LONG. Twas away down old Virginny, A nigger used to dwell, She was a handsome yaller girl, Dis darkie knew her well. O such a luby creature As you shall plainly see, Much better than a Wenus, And bery much like me. O, take your time Miss Lucy, Luby Lucy Long,