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POPULAR SONGS', 117
Old massa feeds us berry well, and make us
work all day; But after sun is set at night, he lets us hab our
way. He often comes to see our sports—a fine segar
he quaffs— ,Case de merriment ob niggers often makes him
Now its growin' late—de moon is down—and we'll be gettin home ;
So put up de music, boys, and onward let us roam.
We'll say " Farewell " to ebery friend, and strive wid all our might,
To 'semble here on dis same spot again tomorrow night.
Massa laugh, wid a Ha, ha, ha!
Missus laugh, wid a He, he, he!
Ned open his mouth, wid a Yah, yah, yah!
Den we'll all make a laugh wid a Ha, ha ha!