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Rh II.

"He six foot one way, two foot tudder, An' he weigh tree hundred pound ; His coat so big, he couldn't pay de tailor, An' it won't go half way round. He drill so much dey call him Cap'an, An' he got so drefful tann'd, I 'spect he try an' fool dem Yankees For to tink he's contraband.

Chorus

III.

"De darkeys feel so lonesome libing In de log-house on de lawn, Dey move der tings to massa's parlor For to keep it while he's gone. Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen, An' de darkey's dey'll hab some ; I 'spose dey'll all be confiscated When de Linkum sojers come.

Chorus.

IV. "De oberseer he make us trouble, An' he dribe us round a spell ; We lock him up in de smoke-house celler, Wid de key trown in de well. De whip is lost, de han' cuff broken, But de massa 'll hab his pay ; He's ole enough, big enough, ought to know better Dan to went an' run away."

Chorus 28, State St., Boston, Mass., U.S.A.,
 * March 7th, 1887.