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190 THE YEAR OF JUBILEE.
He 'a six foot one way and two foot todder,
An' he weighs six hundred poun', His coat's so big he could n't pay de tailor,
An' it won't reach half way roun', He drills so much dey calls hiin cap'n,
An' he gits so mighty tan'd, I spec he '11 try to fool dem Yankees For to tink he 's contraband. De massa run, ha ! ha !
De darkey stay, ho ! ho ! It mus' be now de kingdum comin, An' the yar of Jubilo.
De darkies got so lonesome libb'n
In de log hut on de lawn, Dey move dere tings into massa's parlor
For to keep it while he 's gone. Dar 's wine and cider in de kichin,
And de darkies dey hab some, I spec it will all be 'fiscated, When de Lincum sojers come. De massa run, ha! ha !
De darkey stay, ho! ho ! It mus' be now de kingdum comin,' An' de yar ob Jubilo.
De oberseer, he makes us trubble, An' he dribes us roun' a spell,