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I jes' done gib you
All yo' oats, And you get frighten'
At dem steamboats.
But that am the market
Whar this cotton am gwine, And say, Mr. Snowball,
Whar you gwine?
And whar am the money For to pay the rents?
And say, Mr. Snowball, Whar am yo' sense?
Ah done declare,
Mah gooodness grace,
If dat old Snowball Done bus' a trace.
And jes' for dat
An' breakin' dem hames, I done call you
All dem names.
See dat Snowball,
See dat mule, Whoa dar, Snowball,
You big ole fool. |
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