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An' somehow my th'oat gits choky, An' a lump keeps tryin' to rise Lak is wan'ed to ketch de water Dat was flowin' to my eyes; An' I feel dat I could sorter Knock de socks clean off o' sin Ez I hyeah my po' ol' granny Wif huh tremblin' voice jine in. 119