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No. 22.
I'm a trav'ling to the Grave.
Chorus. I'm a trav'ling to the grave, I'm a trav'ling to the grave, my Lord, I'm a trav'ling to the grave, For to lay this body down. [Fine.] 1. My Massa died a shouting, Singing glory hallelujah, The last word he said to me, Was about Jerusalem. [D. C.] 2. My missis died a shouting, &c. 3. My brother died a shouting, &c. 4. My sister died a shouting, &c.
No. 23. Many Thousand Gone.
1. No more auction block for me,
No more, no more;
No more auction block for me,
Many thousand gone.
2. No more peck o' corn for me, &c.
3. No more driver's lash for me, &c.
4. No more pint o' salt for me, &c.
5. No more hundred lash for me, &c.
6. No more mistress' call for me, &c.
