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Negro Poemsj Melodies |
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They never stop for succor,
They never pause for rest, The show devolves upon them
And they're giving up their best; The tambos tinkle merrily
And sweet the banjo's tones, But there's nothing like the playing
Of the gem'men of the bones. |
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THE MISSISSIPPI
Roll on-, Mississippi—
Roll on, wide and deep, I see the shadows coming
And I see the shadows creep; There are windings there are turnings,
There's the shallow and the ford, Rush by, river, rush by—
Rush by to the Lord.
Roll on, Mississippi— %
Roll on, between your banks, There are cabins in your forests
And cornfields on your flanks; The darkies* work is over,
At rest the hoe and gourd, Rush by, river, rush by—
Rush by to the Lord. |
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