Diddie, Dumps, and Tot : Or, Plantation Child-Life by Louise Clarke Pyrnelle
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O bless us now, we pray;
Unless ye'll come an' bless us, Lord, We won't leave hyear ter day. "Deze chil'en, Lord; deze chil'en, Lord, O keep dey little feet Er gwine straight ter hebn, Lord, Fur ter walk dat golden street. "O bless us, Lord! O bless us, Lord! O come in all yer might; Unless yer'll come an' bless us, Lord, We'll wrestle hyear all night. "Deze niggers, Lord; deze niggers, Lord, Dey skins is black, hit's true, But den dey souls is white, my Lord, So won't yer bless dem too? "O bless us, Lord! O bless us, Lord! O bless us mo' an' mo'; Unless yer'll come an' bless us, Lord, We'll keep yer hyear fur sho. "All folkses, Lord; all folkses, Lord-- O Lord, bless all de same. O bless de good, an' bless de bad, Fur de glory uv dy name. "Now bless us, Lord! now bless us, Lord! Don't fool 'long o' us, no mo'; O sen' us down de blessin', Lord, An' den we'll let yer go." CHAPTER VII |
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