Now I was gwine ter make er speech;
I see yer al begin to frown;
Dat what I say erbout yer darkies,
Yer tri ter hold each udder down.
Do I am glad you ain’t de master,
De one dat sets beyaund de kies;
Or ef I wusn’t your son or daughter,
I am sure I’d neber rise.
Tom’s scard Dick will get er ofis;
Deck skeed Herry ‘ill get er prise;
‘N dat why we can’t rize faster:
We’ve got ourselves to organize.
(James Ephraim McGirt)
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