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My name am Sambo Quash,
I'm a confiscated moke ; So, white folks, don't get mad
At what I'm goin' to spoke.
Den, white folks, listen to meó It am de truth I tell you now; Jump up, tumble up, git up and gitl
In dese times, de Bobolitionists say,
Dat niggers hab got a right, And a darkey ob de present day
Is just as good as white. Hut I think dat is a lie,
From de simple fac', If a nigger was as good as white,
He wouldn't be painted black.
Den, white folks, etc.
Some say de niggers shall be slaves,
Some say dey shall be free; I'd like to know what difference
All dis trouble makes to me! Freedom may be well enough,
Likewise emancipation; But I guess I'se better off
Down on de old plantation. »
Don, white folks, etc.
I see in (le papers, de oder day,
To make de army bigger, ^
Dat Congress dey had made a law
To go and draft de nigger. De darkey can pick de cotton,
To dem dat is but fun; But when dey'll smell de bullets,
I golly, how dey'll run! ,
Den, white folks, eta