II.
An' he weigh tree hundred pound ;
His coat so big, he couldn't pay de tailor,
An' it won't go half way round.
He drill so much dey call him Cap'an,
An' he got so drefful tann'd,
I 'spect he try an' fool dem Yankees
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III.
In de log-house on de lawn,
Dey move der tings to massa's parlor
For to keep it while he's gone.
Dar's wine an' cider in de kitchen,
An' de darkey's dey'll hab some ;
I 'spose dey'll all be confiscated
When de Linkum sojers come.
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IV.
An' he dribe us round a spell ;
We lock him up in de smoke-house celler,
Wid de key trown in de well.
De whip is lost, de han' cuff broken,
But de massa 'll hab his pay ;
He's ole enough, big enough, ought to know better
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Charles P. Bowditch.
28, State St., Boston, Mass., U.S.A.,
- March 7th, 1887.