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I stagger'd, den reel'd an fell down. In my fall I upset soraefin under de bed;
De noise made our little child cry, Den de monster she puil'd all de wool off my
head, Kick'd my—an she den black'd my eye.
Oh, dear &c.
Sometimes widout wittles she sends me to bed,
An if I don't keep de child quiet, *
De poker am sure to be thrown at my head,
An she kicks up de debil's own riot. I would't mind dat, but she stays out at night,
I'm afraid though to say it to she, But I'll jus ax you all, pray, do you tink it right,
For I'm sure our las child an't like me.
Oh, dear, &c.
Now, I hope you won't tell her wat I've told to you. Or she'll scratch all de skin of my face, For I know dat she'll wallop me well if you do,
So pity dis poor nigger's case. An now I mus go, for if de child cries,
It would frighten me out of my breath ; For if dat she hears it, she'll tear out my eyes, Or perhaps she may choke me co death. Oh, dear pray pity de life A poor nigger leads dat has a bad wife.