Before the threat
And dismal cold gray
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Now O Lord please lend thine ear,
The prayer of the Cattleman to hear;
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*On Freedom
By Thomas S. Sidney, aged 12 Years
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The little Man, and tiny Maid,
Who love the Fairies in the glade,
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Lyth and lystyn, gentilmen,
All that nowe be here;
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Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;
I backbite many, yet I never talk:
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Last night as I toasted
My wet feet and roasted
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I wish I had a barrel of rum
and sugar three hundred pound.
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Come all ye bondmen far and near,
Let's put a song in massa's ear,
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Now sit thee down, Melpomene, Wrapp'd in a sea-coal robe,
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I know that deep within your heart of hearts You hold me shrined apart from common things,
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Aladdin poor the wizard found,
Who moved from cavern’s mouth a stone;
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An hendy hap ichabbe yhent; Ichot, from hevene it is me sent;
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A Slave sold at Auction.
A time there was, when no one thought
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The falcon soars
The town's gates are even higher
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Another day of soldier life
Is numbered with the past;
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Yankee Doodle had a mind
To whip the Southern traitors,
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At liberty I sit and see
Them, that have erst laugh'd me to scorn,
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Away down South in the land of traitors,
Rattlesnakes and alligators,
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Ay me, ay me, I sigh to see the scythe a-field; Down goeth the grass, soon wrought to wither'd hay:
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Beauty sat bathing by a spring,
Where fairest shades did h
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Blow, northerne wynd, Send thou me my suetyng!
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Burnside, Burnside, whither doth thou wander?
Up stream, down stream, like a crazy gander?
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Was the parting very bitter? Was the hand clasped very tight?
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The other night while we lay musing, and our weary brain confusing o'er the topics of the day, Suddenly we heard a rattling, as of se
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Christmas time has come again,
But ah! where are the merry chimes
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A barefooted child on the crossing, Sweeping the mud away,
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Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende & rekken vp alle þe r
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Another ray of light hath fled, another Southern brave
Hath fallen in his country's cause and found a laureled grave--
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... Whan bells war rung, an mass was sung,
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