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Christy's plantation melodies. 43
Oh, how they tear the darkey's hands, And stick into their tender feet; i But with such luscious-coloured fruit
The pickles come along with the sweet. Crows around us flying, only listen to their " caw;" The blackbird's notes replying, bid 'em hold their
under jaw. Oh, there was fun, ha! ha! oh, there was fun, ha! ha ! The darkies' sides now shake. Sambo, just look
there ! " Why, what is that you see ?" Why don't you see
the snake ? You ought to see us run—you ought to see us run! The blackberries we dropp'd 'em; the darkies run so
fast, the darkies run so fast, That the devil could not stop 'em. Oh, there was fun,
ha! ha !—oh the Lawks! |
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We run a mile or two, we run a mile or two, before
we did look back; Some darkies they were blue, some darkies they were
blue, But the most of them was black. Two of them fell
down with fright, Right down upon the field ; we thought that one of
them would die, With a rush of blood to the heel. We felt the other's pulse, we felt the other's pulse—
oh ! how the dark' did shake; The 'casion of his death, the 'casion of his death, he
was troubled with a snake. We left the other lying there—the funeral up was
hurrying; The darkey came to life again—bound to go black-berrying ! We hurried to the spot, with clubs the snake to lick; We made a rush upon it—'twas nothing but a crooked
stick! v
Oh, there was fun, ha! ha! oh, there was fun, ha! ha! Eating berries on a log; — oh, Sambo! just look
there! |
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