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 8 I go to Alabama. What for you pipe your eye? I'll come back, my little charmer, Long before the young leaf die. Like stars he dark eye flashes, Light as a deer she trips, Virgin honey not more luscious Than my lovely Dinali's lips. Tara's streams may grow still far bigger, Cape Bear the sun may dry, But your own, your faithful nigger, Lub you constant till you die. Ober mountains though we wander, Nigger lubber keep so true, Dat while him toiling yonder He tink and hope for you. Den will my own dear Dinah, Perhaps, heave me heavy sigh, For her poor absent nigger, Who must lub her till he die. Dare, look the sun is shining, My heart's a sinking, too: When the pretty stars are winking I look up and tink on you. I'll come baek-What should hinder ? - Watch at night with wary eye, First at door-way, den at window, I'll come back before I die.

DAN TUCKER. Dan Tucker lib'd in a snug shakey hut, As tight as a maggot in a mouldy nut, He jump'd into bed, but him legs so long, Did for chickens farder for to roost upon. Hey out ob de way, Old Dan Tucker, Your too late to cum for supper, Out ob de way, Ole Dan Tucker You're too late to cum for supper.