A feelin’ like King David, when he cut de pigeon-wing.
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“You bless us, please, sah, eben ef we’s doin’ wrong to-night;
Kase den we’ll need de blessin’ more’n ef we’s doin’ right;
An’ let de blessin’ stay wid us, until we comes to die,
An’ goes to keep our Chris’mus wid dem sheriffs in de sky!”
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“The rev’rend man is scarcely through,
When all the noise begins anew.
And with such force assaults the ears,