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That curled and played on the chimney back— Sat thinking their own old ways.
Said the old black man to the old white man: " Hit's fawty yeahs tonight Sense you gin to me this piece er Ian', An' the pootyes' gal in sight.
" You gin us, ersides, dem papahs, too, Dat sot us bon' ones free, An' Nan an' me sung ' Hally, Hally Loo!' Lak er song er jubilee."
" Well, what if I did ?" said the old gray white, " Didn't both belong to me ? And didn't I have, by law, the right To set my niggahs free ?
" And, what is more," said the old white man, " My farm was broad and long, And didn't you, and your poor old Nan, Find life a sweeter song ? "
" Lawd bless you, marster, blessin's fell As fas' as drops er rain; Yes, every soun' was a silver bell, Till God called Nan ergain.