To each other's precedents pay their respects;
And if there's a secret in any girl's life,
They're bound to disclose it before she's a wife.
VI.
"That you are my child, it were vain to deny;
But who was your mother? There, darling, don't cry.
The truth must be told, though it harrows me sore,
Your ma was an Octoroon slave,—nothing more."
Chorus.—Analytical of morals in the sunny South, and touchingly illustrative of the Institution affected by the Emancipation Proclamation:
Your slave is your property, therefore 'tis clear