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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.

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