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Sylvester's Dying Bed
I woke up this mornin'
'Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.
Sweet gals was a-moanin',
"Sylvester's gonna die!"
And a hundred pretty mamas
Bowed their heads to cry.
I woke up little later
'Bout half-past fo',
The doctor 'n' undertaker's
Both at ma do'.
Black gals was a-beggin',
"You can't leave us here!"
Brown-skins cryin', "Daddy!
Honey! Baby! Don't go, dear!"
But I felt ma time's a-comin',
And I know'd I's dyin' fast.
I seed the River Jerden
A-creepin' muddy past-
But I's still Sweet Papa 'Vester,
Yes, sir! Long as life do last!
So I hollers, "Com'ere, babies,
Fo' to love yo' daddy right!"
And I reaches up to hug 'em-
When the Lawd put out the light.
Then everything was darkness
In a great ... big ... night.
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