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Rh Wary still! For they plot him ill; For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff, Charmeth the witch and the wizard off! The black man creeps, when the night is dim, Fearful, still, on the track of him; Or fleetly follows the way he runs, For he heals the hurts of conjured ones. Wary still! For they plot him ill; The soul s bewitched that would find release, To the graveyard rabbit go for peace! He holds their secret he brings a boon Where winds moan wild in the dark of the moon; And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet To whoever shall sever his furry feet! Wary still! For they plot him ill; For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm (May God defend us!) to shield from harm.

ANSWERING TO ROLL CALL

This one fought with Jackson, and faced the fight with Lee; That one followed Sherman as he galloped to the sea; But they are marchin on together just as friendly as can be, And they'll answer to the roll call in the momin. They'll rally to the fight In the stormy day and night, In bonds that no cruel fate shall sever;