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... Fer the barthrights of our race ; They jest want this Californy So's to lug new slave - states in To abuse ye , an ' to scorn ye , An ' to plunder ye like sin . Aint it cute to see a Yankee Take such everlastin ' pains All to git the ...
... Fer the barthrights of our race ; They jest want this Californy So's to lug new slave - states in To abuse ye , an ' to scorn ye , An ' to plunder ye like sin . Aint it cute to see a Yankee Take such everlastin ' pains All to git the ...
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| Наслов | A Manual of American Literature: Designed for the Use of Schools of Advanced Grades |
| Аутор | Noble Kibby Royse |
| Издање | ревидирано |
| Издавач | Cowperthwait, 1872 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 4 апр 2008 |
| Дужина | 364 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |