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Daih his Ca'line min' de kettle,
Rufus min' de chile,
'Long to'ds night;
An' de sweat roll down his forred,
Mixin' wid his smile,
'Long to'ds night.
He toss his picaninny, an' he hum a
little chune;
De wo'kin' all is ovah, an' de suppah
comin' soon;
De wo'kin' time is Decembah, but de
restin' time is June,
'Long to'ds night.

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