Aunt Chloe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACADACEAFAGAFDA H I H G E E E E J G J K L H L G M N M I J D J O P O P Q E B E Q F D F D E B E R E D E S B R B D T G U B B V GG W X WG E G EB L X L B E X E E G B G G E B E Y Z G Z B B B B G E Y E B B I B G A2 G A2 E E B E B2 G G G V C2 I C2 V E B E Q I R I Q B R B E E G E E D E D R D2 S D2 B E2 G E2 G E G E R F2 G2 F2 G C2 D C2 G H2 G H2 E I2 J2 I2 G G I G D V R V S D G D R E G E E E Q E E K2 G K2 Y E L2 E I F D F| A | |
| I remember well remember | B |
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| That dark and dreadful day | C |
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| When they whispered to me Chloe | D |
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| Your children's sold away | C |
| It seemed as if a bullet | E |
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| Had shot me through and through | F |
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| And I felt as if my heart strings | G |
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| Was breaking right in two | F |
| And I says to cousin Milly | D |
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| There must be some mistake | H |
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| Where's Mistus In the great house crying | I |
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| Crying like her heart would break | H |
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| And the lawyer's there with Mistus | G |
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| Says he's come to 'ministrate | E |
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| 'Cause when master died he just left | E |
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| Heap of debt on the estate | E |
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| And I thought 'twould do you good | E |
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| To bid your boys good bye | J |
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| To kiss them both and shake their hands | G |
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| And have a hearty cry | J |
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| Oh Chloe I knows how you feel | K |
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| 'Cause I'se been through it all | L |
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| I thought my poor old heart would break | H |
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| When master sold my Saul | L |
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| Just then I heard the footsteps | G |
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| Of my children at the door | M |
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| And then I rose right up to meet them | N |
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| But I fell upon the floor | M |
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| And I heard poor Jakey saying | I |
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| Oh mammy don't you cry | J |
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| And I felt my children kiss me | D |
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| And bid me both good bye | J |
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| Then I had a mighty sorrow | O |
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| Though I nursed it all alone | P |
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| But I wasted to a shadow | O |
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| And turned to skin and bone | P |
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| But one day dear uncle Jacob | Q |
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| In heaven he's now a saint | E |
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| Said Your poor heart is in the fire | B |
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| But child you must not faint | E |
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| Then I said to uncle Jacob | Q |
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| If I was good like you | F |
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| When the heavy trouble dashed me | D |
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| I'd know just what to do | F |
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| Then he said to me Poor Chloe | D |
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| The way is open wide | E |
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| And he told me of the Saviour | B |
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| And the fountain in His side | E |
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| Then he said Just take your burden | R |
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| To the blessed Master's feet | E |
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| I takes all my troubles Chloe | D |
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| Right unto the mercy seat | E |
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| His words waked up my courage | S |
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| And I began to pray | B |
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| And I felt my heavy burden | R |
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| Rolling like a stone away | B |
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| And a something seemed to tell me | D |
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| You will see your boys again | T |
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| And that hope was like a poultice | G |
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| Spread upon a dreadful pain | U |
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| And it often seemed to whisper | B |
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| Chloe trust and never fear | B |
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| You'll get justice in the kingdom | V |
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| If you do not get it here The Deliverance | G |
| Master only left old Mistus | G |
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| One bright and handsome boy | W |
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| But she fairly doted on him | X |
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| He was her pride and joy | W |
| We all liked Mister Thomas | G |
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| He was so kind at heart | E |
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| And when the young folkes got in scrapes | G |
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| He always took their part | E |
| He kept right on that very way | B |
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| Till he got big and tall | L |
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| And old Mistus used to chide him | X |
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| And say he'd spile us all | L |
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| But somehow the farm did prosper | B |
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| When he took things in hand | E |
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| And though all the servants liked him | X |
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| He made them understand | E |
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| One evening Mister Thomas said | E |
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| Just bring my easy shoes | G |
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| I am going to sit by mother | B |
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| And read her up the news | G |
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| Soon I heard him tell old Mistus | G |
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| We're bound to have a fight | E |
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| But we'll whip the Yankees mother | B |
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| We'll whip them sure as night | E |
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| Then I saw old Mistus tremble | Y |
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| She gasped and held her breath | Z |
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| And she looked on Mister Thomas | G |
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| With a face as pale as death | Z |
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| They are firing on Fort Sumpter | B |
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| Oh I wish that I was there | B |
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| Why dear mother what's the matter | B |
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| You're the picture of despair | B |
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| I was thinking dearest Thomas | G |
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| 'Twould break my very heart | E |
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| If a fierce and dreadful battle | Y |
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| Should tear our lives apart | E |
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| None but cowards dearest mother | B |
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| Would skulk unto the rear | B |
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| When the tyrant's hand is shaking | I |
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| All the heart is holding dear | B |
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| I felt sorry for old Mistus | G |
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| She got too full to speak | A2 |
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| But I saw the great big tear drops | G |
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| A running down her cheek | A2 |
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| Mister Thomas too was troubled | E |
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| With choosing on that night | E |
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| Betwixt staying with his mother | B |
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| And joining in the fight | E |
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| Soon down into the village came | B2 |
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| A call for volunteers | G |
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| Mistus gave up Mister Thomas | G |
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| With many sighs and tears | G |
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| His uniform was real handsome | V |
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| He looked so brave and strong | C2 |
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| But somehow I could'nt help thinking | I |
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| His fighting must be wrong | C2 |
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| Though the house was very lonesome | V |
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| I thought 'twould all come right | E |
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| For I felt somehow or other | B |
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| We was mixed up in that fight | E |
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| And I said to Uncle Jacob | Q |
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| How old Mistus feels the sting | I |
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| For this parting with your children | R |
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| Is a mighty dreadful thing | I |
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| Never mind said Uncle Jacob | Q |
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| Just wait and watch and pray | B |
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| For I feel right sure and certain | R |
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| Slavery's bound to pass away | B |
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| Because I asked the Spirit | E |
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| If God is good and just | E |
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| How it happened that the masters | G |
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| Did grind us to the dust | E |
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| And something reasoned right inside | E |
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| Such should not always be | D |
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| And you could not beat it out my head | E |
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| The Spirit spoke to me | D |
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| And his dear old eyes would brighten | R |
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| And his lips put on a smile | D2 |
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| Saying Pick up faith and courage | S |
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| And just wait a little while | D2 |
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| Mistus prayed up in the parlor | B |
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| That the Secesh all might win | E2 |
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| We were praying in the cabins | G |
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| Wanting freedom to begin | E2 |
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| Mister Thomas wrote to Mistus | G |
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| Telling 'bout the Bull's Run fight | E |
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| That his troops had whipped the Yankees | G |
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| And put them all to flight | E |
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| Mistus' eyes did fairly glisten | R |
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| She laughed and praised the South | F2 |
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| But I thought some day she'd laugh | G2 |
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| On tother side her mouth | F2 |
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| I used to watch old Mistus' face | G |
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| And when it looked quite long | C2 |
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| I would say to Cousin Milly | D |
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| The battle's going wrong | C2 |
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| Not for us but for the Rebels | G |
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| My heart would fairly skip | H2 |
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| When Uncle Jacob used to say | G |
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| The North is bound to whip | H2 |
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| And let the fight go as it would | E |
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| Let North or South prevail | I2 |
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| He always kept his courage up | J2 |
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| And never let it fail | I2 |
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| And he often used to tell us | G |
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| Children don't forget to pray | G |
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| For the darkest time of morning | I |
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| Is just 'fore the break of day | G |
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| Well one morning bright and early | D |
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| We heard the fife and drum | V |
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| And the booming of the cannon | R |
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| The Yankee troops had come | V |
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| When the word ran through the village | S |
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| The colored folks are free | D |
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| In the kitchens and the cabins | G |
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| We held a jubilee | D |
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| When they told us Mister Lincoln | R |
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| Said that slavery was dead | E |
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| We just poured our prayers and blessings | G |
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| Upon his precious head | E |
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| We just laughed and danced and shouted | E |
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| And prayed and sang and cried | E |
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| And we thought dear Uncle Jacob | Q |
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| Would fairly crack his side | E |
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| But when old Mistus heard it | E |
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| She groaned and hardly spoke | K2 |
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| When she had to lose her servants | G |
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| Her heart was almost broke | K2 |
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| 'Twas a sight to see our people | Y |
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| Going out the troops to meet | E |
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| Almost dancing to the music | L2 |
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| And marching down the street | E |
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| After years of pain and parting | I |
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| Our chains was broke in two | F |
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| And we was so mighty happy | D |
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| We didn't know what to | F |
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