OR, THE WORLD HAS CHANGED. o9 



Rations per week, a peck of meal, 

 Measured correct in high state seal, 

 Besides a pint of molasses, 

 They provide all other sasses. 



Three pounds bacon, woe or weal, 

 Thribbie as much, if beef or veal 

 A good patch, too, each family had, 

 With right to work it good or bad. 



Saturday's gave them half the day, 

 To work their patches or to play. 

 And at night they would pat and jig, 

 Monday morning its plow and dig. 



Some had chickens, a pig and a cow. 

 How many nigs doing better now? 

 Some were lazy, some had thrift, 

 Some would work, some had to lift. 



A Sundaj' rule, they must come out. 



In their best suits w^ere to be seen. 

 Their kinky heads be carded up, 



Sunday must show up neat and clean. 



Sometimes he'd rob master's roost, 

 Sometimes master made him boost, 

 And then sgain he'd run away. 

 But then again 'twas master's day. 



And Sambo said, more rain more ress ; 

 What, sir? '• 1 sez more rain more grass. " 

 Ah, said master, pretty well done. 

 You rascally African son. 



