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I remember, well remember,
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That dark and dreadful day,
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When they whispered to me, "Chloe,
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Your children's sold away!" 1.
It seemed as if a bullet
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Had shot me through and through,
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And I felt as if my heart-strings
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Was breaking right in two. 1.
And I says to cousin Milly,
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"There must be some mistake;
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Where's Mistus?" "In the great house crying --
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Crying like her heart would break. 1.

"And the lawyer's there with Mistus;
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Says he's come to 'ministrate,
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'Cause when master died he just left
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Heap of debt on the estate. 1.

"And I thought 'twould do you good
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To bid your boys good-bye --
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To kiss them both and shake their hands,
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And have a hearty cry. 1.

"Oh! Chloe, I knows how you feel,
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'Cause I'se been through it all;
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I thought my poor old heart would break,
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When master sold my Saul." 1.

Just then I heard the footsteps
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Of my children at the door,
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And then I rose right up to meet them,
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But I fell upon the floor. 1.

And I heard poor Jakey saying,
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"Oh, mammy, don't you cry!"
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And I felt my children kiss me
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And bid me, both, good-bye. 1.

Then I had a mighty sorrow,
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Though I nursed it all alone;
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But I wasted to a shadow,
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And turned to skin and bone. 1.

But one day dear uncle Jacob
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(In heaven he's now a saint)
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Said, "Your poor heart is in the fire,
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But child you must not faint." 1.

Then I said to uncle Jacob,
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If I was good like you,
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When the heavy trouble dashed me
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I'd know just what to do. 1.

Then he said to me, "Poor Chloe,
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The way is open wide:"
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And he told me of the Saviour,
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And the fountain in His side. 1.

Then he said "Just take your burden
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To the blessed Master's feet;
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I takes all my troubles, Chloe,
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Right unto the mercy-seat." 1.

His words waked up my courage,
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And I began to pray,
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And I felt my heavy burden
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Rolling like a stone away. 1.

And a something seemed to tell me,
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You will see your boys again --
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And that hope was like a poultice
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Spread upon a dreadful pain. 1.

And it often seemed to whisper,
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Chloe, trust and never fear;
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You'll get justice in the kingdom,
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If you do not get it here. [2] The Deliverance 2.
Master only left old Mistus
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One bright and handsome boy;
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But she fairly doted on him,
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He was her pride and joy. 2.
We all liked Mister Thomas,
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He was so kind at heart;
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And when the young folkes got in scrapes,
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He always took their part. 2.
He kept right on that very way
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Till he got big and tall,
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And old Mistus used to chide him
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And say he'd spile us all. 2.

But somehow the farm did prosper
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When he took things in hand;
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And though all the servants liked him,
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He made them understand. 2.

One evening Mister Thomas said,
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"Just bring my easy shoes;
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I am going to sit by mother,
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And read her up the news." 2.

Soon I heard him tell old Mistus
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We're bound to have a fight;
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But we'll whip the Yankees, mother,
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We'll whip them sure as night!" 2.

Then I saw old Mistus tremble;
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She gasped and held her breath;
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And she looked on Mister Thomas
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With a face as pale as death. 2.

"They are firing on Fort Sumpter;
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Oh! I wish that I was there! --
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Why, dear mother! what's the matter?
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You're the picture of despair." 2.

"I was thinking, dearest Thomas,
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'Twould break my very heart
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If a fierce and dreadful battle
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Should tear our lives apart." 2.

"None but cowards, dearest mother,
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Would skulk unto the rear,
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When the tyrant's hand is shaking
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All the heart is holding dear." 2.

I felt sorry for old Mistus;
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She got too full to speak;
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But I saw the great big tear-drops
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A running down her cheek. 2.

Mister Thomas too was troubled
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With choosing on that night,
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Betwixt staying with his mother
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And joining in the fight. 2.

Soon down into the village came
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A call for volunteers;
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Mistus gave up Mister Thomas,
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With many sighs and tears. 2.

His uniform was real handsome;
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He looked so brave and strong;
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But somehow I could'nt help thinking
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His fighting must be wrong. 2.

Though the house was very lonesome,
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I thought 'twould all come right,
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For I felt somehow or other
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We was mixed up in that fight. 2.

And I said to Uncle Jacob,
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"How old Mistus feels the sting,
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For this parting with your children
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Is a mighty dreadful thing." 2.

"Never mind," said Uncle Jacob,
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"Just wait and watch and pray,
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For I feel right sure and certain,
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Slavery's bound to pass away; 2.

"Because I asked the Spirit,
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If God is good and just,
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How it happened that the masters
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Did grind us to the dust. 2.

"And something reasoned right inside,
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Such should not always be;
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And you could not beat it out my head,
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The Spirit spoke to me." 2.

And his dear old eyes would brighten,
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And his lips put on a smile,
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Saying, "Pick up faith and courage,
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And just wait a little while." 2.

Mistus prayed up in the parlor,
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That the Secesh all might win;
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We were praying in the cabins,
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Wanting freedom to begin. 2.

Mister Thomas wrote to Mistus,
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Telling 'bout the Bull's Run fight,
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That his troops had whipped the Yankees
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And put them all to flight. 2.

Mistus' eyes did fairly glisten;
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She laughed and praised the South,
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But I thought some day she'd laugh
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On tother side her mouth. 2.

I used to watch old Mistus' face,
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And when it looked quite long
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I would say to Cousin Milly,
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The battle's going wrong; 2.

Not for us, but for the Rebels. --
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My heart would fairly skip,
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When Uncle Jacob used to say,
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"The North is bound to whip." 2.


And let the fight go as it would --
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Let North or South prevail --
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He always kept his courage up,
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And never let it fail. 2.


And he often used to tell us,
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"Children, don't forget to pray;
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For the darkest time of morning
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Is just 'fore the break of day." 2.


Well, one morning bright and early
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We heard the fife and drum,
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And the booming of the cannon --
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The Yankee troops had come. 2.


When the word ran through the village,
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The colored folks are free --
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In the kitchens and the cabins
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We held a jubilee. 2.


When they told us Mister Lincoln
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Said that slavery was dead,
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We just poured our prayers and blessings
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Upon his precious head. 2.


We just laughed, and danced, and shouted
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And prayed, and sang, and cried,
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And we thought dear Uncle Jacob
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Would fairly crack his side. 2.


But when old Mistus heard it,
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She groaned and hardly spoke;
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When she had to lose her servants,
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Her heart was almost broke. 2.


'Twas a sight to see our people
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Going out, the troops to meet,
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Almost dancing to the music,
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And marching down the street. 2.


After years of pain and parting,
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Our chains was broke in two,
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And we was so mighty happy,
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We didn't know what to