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A song of Mississippi negroes in the Vicksburg Campaign.
Darkies has you seed my massa
Wid de mustache on his face? He came along- dis morning-
As doug-h he'd leave de place. He saw de smoke way up de river,
Where de Lincum gunboats lay: He took his hat and he left mighty sudden,
I speck he's runned away.