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De news had come mysterious—
 We didn't think 'twas true,
But I was jes a watchin' out
 With nothin' much to do.

It was de blessed Sabbath morn,
 De ribber sparklin bright,
An' all de country fresh an' green
 An' smilin' in de light.

An' I was sittin' on de warves
 Jes where de sun came down,
A gazin' at the distant hills
 Beyond the sleepy town,

When down de ribber far away
 I see a little smoke,
An' on de air so strangely still
 A tug boat screechin' broke.

Dat didn't 'sturb me,—not at all
 Dat squeelin' ribber brat;
Dat not de way Mars Linkum come,
 He make more noise den dat.

But bye and bye dat tug boat came
 An' bunted at the wharf
An' den I saw fo' genelums
 Make ready to get off.

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