. Song of the cotton hoer, a poem. ,*i And birds of richest featuer; And all youd pray, Or do, or say,Theyll flock with them together. Thus, when they meet In halls, they greetEach other like arch statesmen. The one most wise, With oxen eyes,Gets on the floor and states then: My trusted friends Weve toiled for endsWhich costs us pains and money; Weve now a chance. If youll advance,To rob the bees of honey. II. I LIB OiIBjIImIIII SONG OF THE COTTON HOEK,

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