The Writings of James Russell Lowell ...: PoemsPrinted at the Riverside Press, 1892 |
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... folks know who hosy's father is , cos my ant Keziah used to say it's nater to be curus ses she , she aint livin though and he's a likely kind o ' lad . EZEKIEL BIGLOW . THRASH away , you'll hev to rattle On them kittle - drums o ' yourn ...
... folks know who hosy's father is , cos my ant Keziah used to say it's nater to be curus ses she , she aint livin though and he's a likely kind o ' lad . EZEKIEL BIGLOW . THRASH away , you'll hev to rattle On them kittle - drums o ' yourn ...
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... folks see how spry you be , Guess you'll toot till you are yeller ' Fore you git ahold o ' me ! Thet air flag's a leetle rotten , Hope it aint your Sunday's best ; - Fact ! it takes a sight o ' cotton To stuff out a soger's chest ...
... folks see how spry you be , Guess you'll toot till you are yeller ' Fore you git ahold o ' me ! Thet air flag's a leetle rotten , Hope it aint your Sunday's best ; - Fact ! it takes a sight o ' cotton To stuff out a soger's chest ...
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... folks's throats . They may talk o ' Freedom's airy Tell they ' re pupple in the face , — It's a grand gret cemetary Fer the barthrights of our race ; They jest want this Californy So ' s to lug new slave - states in To abuse ye , an ...
... folks's throats . They may talk o ' Freedom's airy Tell they ' re pupple in the face , — It's a grand gret cemetary Fer the barthrights of our race ; They jest want this Californy So ' s to lug new slave - states in To abuse ye , an ...
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... folks You're agoin ' to git your right , Nor by lookin ' down on black folks Coz you're put upon by wite ; Slavery aint o ' nary color , " Taint the hide thet makes it wus , All it keers fer in a feller ' S jest to make him fill its pus ...
... folks You're agoin ' to git your right , Nor by lookin ' down on black folks Coz you're put upon by wite ; Slavery aint o ' nary color , " Taint the hide thet makes it wus , All it keers fer in a feller ' S jest to make him fill its pus ...
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... folks o ' gumption , You've a darned long row to hoe . - Take them editors thet ' s crowin ' Like a cockerel three months old , Don't ketch any on ' em goin ' , Though they be so blasted bold ; Aint they a prime lot o ' fellers ...
... folks o ' gumption , You've a darned long row to hoe . - Take them editors thet ' s crowin ' Like a cockerel three months old , Don't ketch any on ' em goin ' , Though they be so blasted bold ; Aint they a prime lot o ' fellers ...
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