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THE FOGY DAYS AXD NOW ; 



One peculiarity is his scent, 

 Whene'er he moves he gives it vent; 

 After all has been a useful race, 

 After all, a good thing in its place. 



Once Sambo to the Lord did pra}', 

 Master Lord, let me die dis day ; 

 Wicked boy ensconsced o'er head, 

 Cried out. Sambo, and to him said : 



Come, Sambo, your prayer is heard, 

 Come home, the Lord has got your word. 

 Who dat, cried Sambo, who sed so, 

 Dat you marse angel, call Sambo? 



Done come for him, is dat you say? 

 Why he done dead de lass tree day ; 

 Marse angel tell em him done gone, 

 Yessa, he done dead, dis same one. 



A truth that claims recognition. 

 Their one great trait, superstition ; 

 For take them one or by the hosts, 

 As a race, all believe in ghosts. 



Southern slavery may have been sin, 

 But the Bible does not show it ; 



There is abuse in everything, 

 If forbid, would like to know it. 



By Yankee means he now is free. 

 We believe the Lord hath done it ; 



His days of bondage had run out. 

 By the powers above he won it. 



