And Congris, even the Rump, hed decreed its death, and hed held forth
its hand to Ethiopia.
It passed a bill givin the Niggers their rites, and takin away from us
our rites:
Sayin, that no more shel we sell em in the market place,
Or take their wives from em,
Or be father to their children,
Or make uv em conkebines aginst their will,
Or force em to toil without hire,
Or shoot em, ez we wuz wont to do under the old dispensashun,
Or make laws for em wich didn't bind us as well.
And our hearts wuz sad in our buzzums; for we said, Lo! the nigger is
our ekal; and we mourned ez them hevin no hope.
But the President, even Androo, the choice uv Booth, said, Nay.
And the bill wuz vetoed, and is no law; and our hearts is made glad.
And from the Ohio to the Gulf shel go up the song uv gladness and the
sounds uv mirth.
The nigger will we slay, for he elevated his horn agin us.
We will make one law for him and another for us, and he will sigh for
the good old times when he wuz a slave in earnest.
His wife shel be our conkebine, ef she is fair to look upon; and ef he
murmurs, we'll bust his head.
His daughters shel our sons possess; and their inkrease will we sell,
and live upon the price they bring.
In our fields they shel labor; but the price uv their toil shel make us
fat.
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