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SHREDS AND PATCHES.
I would lord it o'er the niggers
With a pistol of two triggers,
And a double-barreled blunderbuss beside;
And I'd howl like old Othello,
And with jealousy grow yellow
When I pleased—and raise the devil till I died.
With a pistol of two triggers,
And a double-barreled blunderbuss beside;
And I'd howl like old Othello,
And with jealousy grow yellow
When I pleased—and raise the devil till I died.
I would swim in seas of slaughter,
And would give no room for quarter;
But would carve, and stab my victims in the neck;
And the corpse of each objector
I would give to the dissector;
For of human life I'd make a total wreck.
And would give no room for quarter;
But would carve, and stab my victims in the neck;
And the corpse of each objector
I would give to the dissector;
For of human life I'd make a total wreck.
I would pay no bills of tailors;
But would have just twenty sailors
To swear at every tradesman that came in;
And behind them fifty slashers,
Ten clubbers, and six gashers
To finish out this bill of fare of sin.
But would have just twenty sailors
To swear at every tradesman that came in;
And behind them fifty slashers,
Ten clubbers, and six gashers
To finish out this bill of fare of sin.
