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UNCLE NED |
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2 His fingers were long like de cane in de brake,
He had no eyes for to see, He had no teeth for to eat dc corn cake So he had to let de coni cake be.
3 When Old Ned die, Massa take it mighty bad,
De tears run down like de rain, Old Missus turn pale and she look'd berry sad, Kase she nebber see Old Ned again. |
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