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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. 143