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Rh The white man leases out his land,
 * And the Negro tills the same.

One works; one loafs and takes command;
 * But I know who wins the game!

And it's, oh, for the white man's shrinking soil,
 * As the black's rich acres grow!

Well I know how the signs point out at last,
 * I know; ah, well I know!

The white man votes for his color's sake,
 * While the black, for his is barred;

(Though "ignorance" is the charge they make),
 * But the black man studies hard.

And it's, oh, for the white man's sad neglect,
 * For the power of his light let go!

So, I know which man must win at last,
 * I know! Ah, Friend, I know!