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There's wine and cider in de cellar, And de darkies dey'll have some;
I speck it will be confiscated, When de Lincum soldiers come.
De overseer will give us trouble,
And run us round a spell; We'll lock him up in smoke-house cellar.
Wid de key thrown in de well. De whip is lost, and de handcuffs broken,
And massa '11 lose his pay; He's big enough and old enough,
Dan to gone and runned away.
SONG OF HOOKER'S PICKET.
Southern Illustrated News, Feb. 21st, 1863.
I'm 'nation tired of being hired To fight for a shillin' a day;
Richmond to gain I'll hev to strain, And travel some other way.
Darn Ole Abe and Ole Jeff Dave !
Darn the day I 'listed ! When I came down to this 'ere town,
Jerushy! how I missed it.