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|    Anatoly Slivko to All    |
|    Who will care for niggers now? Where are    |
|    17 Aug 20 12:38:24    |
      XPost: alt.politics.radical-left, alt.journalism.newspapers, alt       politics.usa.republican       XPost: alt.culture.alaska       From: postmaster@hr-communication.com              WHO WILL CARE for niggers now?       A PARODY on: Who will care for Mother now?       During Gen. Grant's Southern campaign, an extinguished American       citizen wid de African scent, who had been forciby relieved from       his masters corn-crib and bacon-stack, on which he was wholly       dependent for support was benevolently permitted to starve to       death, with thousands of others, by the Abolitionists; and, just       before this desirable consummation, he was heard to give       utterance to the following soliloquy, which was taken down, in       short hand, by the Chaplain of the Regiment.              List to me, plantation niggers,       As I in dis mud-hole lie;       Though I feel starvation's rigors,       Let me say a word, and die..       Niggers, does dis look like Freedom!       I can't see it any how;       Blacks are fools, and white folks lead 'em:       But who cares for niggers now?       Chorus: Look heah! niggers, I am dying..       See the death-sweat on my brow..       Dis am Freedom, no use crying:       Who will care for niggers now?       Some say nigger's good as white folk,       Gizzard foot and Ebo shin!       Don't beliebe it, tis a tight joke —       Handsome. . but you can't come in..       Well you libed on old plantation,       Earning, wid a sweating brow,       Plenty clothes and plenty ration!       But who cares for niggers now?       Chorus.       White folks say dey gib us Freedom;       What dey gib is all my eye:       Free to suffer, free to languish,       Free to starve, and free to die..       No potato, corn-cake, bacon,       We must to starvation bow;       If dis Freedom, I's mistaken—       But who cares for niggers now       Chorus.              H. DE MARSAN, Publisher,       54 Chatham Street, New-York.              About this Item       Title       Who will care for niggers now?       Created / Published       monographic.       Genre       song sheet       Notes       - In English. (language)       Form       print       Extent       1 score       Repository       American Song Sheets Library of Congress Rare Books and Special       Collections       Shelf Location       Series 4 Volume 4       Language       English       Online Format       image       online text       Description       Song Sheet. print | 1 score | In English. (Language). Print       (Form).       Additional Metadata Formats       METSXML Record              https://www.loc.gov/resource/amss.sb4585ab/?st=text                      --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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