For he knew that the old man was laid beneath terra firma, terra firma,
He would never have the pleasure of beholding the physiognomy of the aged Edward any more.
Chorus.—Then lay down, &c.
Uncle Gabriel.
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I was gwan to Sandy Point de oder arternoon,
Dis nigger’s heel cum’b out ob joint a running arter a coon;
I thought I see’d him on a log, a lookin’ mighty quar
Wen I cum’d up to de log, de coon he wasn’t dar.