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Would dese men help us through. "When we'd noffin' to do,
Or lend de poor darkey a dime ?
Now, then, ain't it a shame, That, to play out deir game,
Dese fanatics have fomented strife? When 'tis well understood Dat not one of de brood -
For deir country would lay down deir rife. Den let patriots prepare, When dey end up dis War,
And de flag of our Union's unfurled, To consign all dese knaves To oblivious graves,
And wipe out deir names from de world.
" Charcoal 1" etc.
JOSIAH. Sung by J. T. BoYce. i"
Oh, I should like to change my name,
And get something that's new; I'm sick and tired of hearing it called
The whole of the long day through. First the old man, the boys, the girls,
The old woman she screams too-; I'm bothered to death from morn till night—
Oh, dear, what shall I do ?
Chorus—For it's 'Siah, 'Siah, Josiah, ma'am I Oh, dear, what shall I do ? Make haste, and get your work all done, Or the time you'll dearly rue.
At the very first sign of returning morn
They rouse me from my nap, At the chamber-door with the old broomstick,
With its hurrying rap, tap, tap I