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6 NOTHING TO WEAR.
Oh, I wish dat de white folks of dis great Confederation
Would only quit deir quarrels and deir fights; And stop deir cannonadin', niarchiu', shootin', and bom-bardin', •
Arid be willin' for to use each other right: For it is very plain to see dat de end of'it would be,
Dat they'd'know each other better dan before ; And they'd make up deir minds dat in all future times * Dey wouldn't go and do it any more.
And dat's what I want 'em for to do, etc.
What a deuced shame it is—dis Secession revolution
Am a-usin' up de business of de land! While trade and navigation, merchandise and speculation,
Hab very nearly com^p to a stand. De crops won't be growed, de meadows won't be mowed,
'Kase dere's nobody left for to tend 'em; , Dere's a scarcity, it seems, of cabbage, peas, and beans,
'Kase dere's nobody home for to send 'em.
Now what's a hungry nigger gwine to do, etc.
NOTHING TO WEAR, Sung by ARchy Hughes.
Early in the morning, as I was promenading
Through the streets of Brooklyn city fair, I met a youthful maiden, her heart with sorrow laden,
Because she discovered she had nothing to wear. Bonnets she had plenty, and shawls could count by twenty, , Still her refrain, as she walked the city fair, Was—"I am tired of this duster, it puts me in a fluster— It's really too provoking—I've nothing to wearl"
Chorus—I am tired of this duster, etc.
Silks, and satin flounces, hoops of all dimensions,
Had this dame of Brooklyn city fair; Still, the fashion changing, her wardrobe disarranging,
She cried, in despair, "I have nothing fit to wearl"