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Now, de blessed little angels Up in heaben, we are told, Don't do nothin' all dere lifetime 'Ceptin' play on ha'ps o' gold. Now I think heaben 'd be mo' homelike Ef we'd hyear some music fall F'om a real ol'-fashioned banjo, Like dat one upon de wall. 125