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Rh Me see him stan' de yudder night Right een de road een white moon-light; Him toss him arms, him whirl him 'roun', Him stomp him foot urpon de groun'; De snaiks come crawlin', one by one, Me hyuh um hiss, me break an' run—
 * De Cunjah man, de Cunjah man,
 * O chillen, run, de Cunjah man!