. Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War . me tree; An when you see one, turr warn fur away. Waien Marse Phil went to college, t wuz, Sam—Sams got to go Ole marster say, Dat boy s a fool bout Mistis jes say, Dear, Phil wants him. An, you know, Dat Zfear hit use to sooth him like a lamb. So we all went to college, way down to Williamsbug, But t warn much larnin out o books we got;Dem urrs warn no mo to him n a ole wormy lug — Yes, suh, we wuz de vey top de pot. An ef he did nt study dem Latins an sich things He wuz de popularitest all de while;De ladies use to call him a angel
. Abraham Lincoln and the battles of the Civil War . me tree; An when you see one, turr warn fur away. Waien Marse Phil went to college, t wuz, Sam—Sams got to go Ole marster say, Dat boy s a fool bout Mistis jes say, Dear, Phil wants him. An, you know, Dat Zfear hit use to sooth him like a lamb. So we all went to college, way down to Williamsbug, But t warn much larnin out o books we got;Dem urrs warn no mo to him n a ole wormy lug — Yes, suh, we wuz de vey top de pot. An ef he did nt study dem Latins an sich things He wuz de popularitest all de while;De ladies use to call him a angel widout wings, An when he come I lay, dee use to smile 1 You see he wuz ole marsters ony chile — besides, He had a body-servent at he will;An wid dat big plantation dee d all like to be brides, Dat is, ef dee could have de groom Marse Phil. T wuz dyah he meet young mistis,— she is you ma, of cose! I disrcinembers now which mont it wuz; ^ ^^ One night he come, an, says he, Sam, I need new cloes ; An I says, Marse Phil, yes, suh, so you Well, suh, he made dat tailor meek evything bran new; He would n wear one stitch he had on han—Jes thowed em in de chip-box, an says, Sam, dem s for you — Marse Phil, I tell you, wuz a gentleman ! So Marse Phil cotes de mistis, an Sam he cotes de maid — We alays sot we traps upon one parf;An when ole marster hear we bofe wuz gwme,^ he say d, All right; we 11 have to kill de fatted calf. An dat wuz what dee did, suh; de Prodigal was home;— Dee put de ring an robe upon you ma ;Den you wuz born, young marster, an den de storm hit come - An den de darkness settled from afar. De storm hit comed, an wrenchted de branches trom de tree, De war,— vou pa,— he s sleep dyah on de hill;An dough I know, young marster, de war hit sot me tree, I jes says, Yes, but tell me, whar s Marse Phil ^ _<A dollar— thankee, marster, you sutney is his son ; His vey spit-an-image, I declar! .,,,-, What say, young marster? Yes, suh, you say, it
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