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THE BLACK MAN'S LAMENT.
CUTTING DOWN THE SUGAR-CANE.
But when the crops are ripen'd quite,
'Tis then begin our saddest pains;
For then we toil both day and night,
Though fever burns within our veins.
CUTTING DOWN THE SUGAR-CANE.
But when the crops are ripen'd quite,
'Tis then begin our saddest pains;
For then we toil both day and night,
Though fever burns within our veins.