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HANNIBAL WRAY. * 15
Sung by S. S. Purdy. *
Oh, listen to my song, and, as it goes along. I'll tell you freely what I think 'bout what is right; And if you like my lay, why, all I've got to say Is, give me a chance to speak my mind in my own peculiar way.
For I'm bound to have my say, In my own peculiar way; And whether you like it, or whemor you don't, Is de same to Hannibal Wray.
Oh, I have to wonder why de white folks often try
By hook or by crook, or some oder way, to come it on de
sly; m But it's very plain to me, if dey'd let us darkeys be, 'Twould be better for both of us, de slave as well as de free.
For I'm bound, etc.
Now down in Washington is whar de trouble begun, And de politicians are all to blame—yes, ebery mother's
sou!— And de only way to do is to hire another crew, To man de ropes of de ship of state, and carry her safely
For I'm bound, etc. •
Oh, I long to gee once more de good ole days of yore, When de niggers was happy—de white folks too—de country o'er and o'er I And I hope it soon will be dat do white folks will agree, And de smoke of de war will blow away—dat's what's de matter wid me!
For I'm bound to have my say, In my own peculiar way; And whethe* you like it, or whether you don't, Is de same to Hannibal Wray.